January 3rd, 2008
Current mood:
calm Everything
is in slow motion. The snow flies at the windshield as the car moves through what seems to be an immeasurable void of white. As I sit in the passenger seat I feel so vulnerable... almost as though seat belts and airbags are just a joke in the big picture. It's nights like then that I feel as though I have no control.
I think this feeling is why some people like to be at the wheel. They like to feel as though they have control over at least some aspect of their lives. I myself occasionally feel like I have some sort of moderate control over things.... then come winter nights like these when I ride in the passenger seat left at the mercy of the driver and the storm. Then I remember the way life really works, and I just kick back and enjoy the music on the radio and welcome whatever is yet to come.
is in slow motion. The snow flies at the windshield as the car moves through what seems to be an immeasurable void of white. As I sit in the passenger seat I feel so vulnerable... almost as though seat belts and airbags are just a joke in the big picture. It's nights like then that I feel as though I have no control.
I think this feeling is why some people like to be at the wheel. They like to feel as though they have control over at least some aspect of their lives. I myself occasionally feel like I have some sort of moderate control over things.... then come winter nights like these when I ride in the passenger seat left at the mercy of the driver and the storm. Then I remember the way life really works, and I just kick back and enjoy the music on the radio and welcome whatever is yet to come.
| Currently listening: We Were Here By Joshua Radin Release date: 13 June, 2006 |
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