• breatheinoctober 31w

    Fuzzy Lights

    There's this small memory
    I can't forget
    Seems so insignificant
    You wouldn't even remember it
    But I remember driving along that road
    That long stretch of road
    At one in the morning
    So high off of that good grass we smoked
    I was afraid I was going to die
    The roads wet, slippery from the rain
    Newly paved, smoother than glass
    And the smeared reflections
    Of traffic lights on wet road
    Was somehow
    One of the most beautiful things I've ever seen
    And a sense of calm and amazement washed over me
    And I got home
    And I slept
    And I never forgot those fuzzy lights