i love the way the wind flows through my greasy, dead hair. the way the wind sounds as it screams at me through the window as we drive 50 mph. the way the cold wind hits the left side of my body, im cold and want to roll up the window but the feeling of frozen air feels so good to me. i love how numb my face feels, just like my emotions that day he left me and i didnt care at all and never did since. how creepy and mysterious the woods, the stranded lightly dim houses, the streetlights, the lightly shining stars in the sky look. my cousins always told me to not look out into the dark, deep forest, yet i did. i wouldnt care if someone scary or random came out; if anything i find that.. beautiful? interesting? its like youll never know what's coming for you. the way the lighting from cars headlights shine on the trees so creepily is so comforting. ill be honest, i hate the dark. terrified of it, but as i grow older and older mentally and age wise; i find a comfort in it.
