We are but children of men. Come over. I'll help you let everything go, and we can drive for hours on roads just wide enough to pass through. The smell of leather brings us closer to death than we have ever been.
"Have you ever listened in silence
and heard the sound of your eyes blinking?"
"No."
"Try it next time."
I was older once, but now I am young and full of love and stupidity and everything else that makes life seem okay. Your smile is beautiful in the map light, we're lost again, aren't we?
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