there’s something about the smell of death against your back that makes you notice things you never did before.
the way the wind blows through everything.
the consistent hum of the road.
grumbling sounds of motorcyclists zooming by. airplanes thunder in the clouds.
the way the clouds light up in the evening light.
the hum of the wind.
and twinkling sound of the sun kissed leaves.
the sky turns when you look at it. if you watched it enough you would see it passing right by you.
and when the evenings lights start to glow.
the chillness in the air refreshes you.
gives you life.
if only i felt like the gleaming sky.
consistent like all motion.