A slight moon hits the air above a dangerously smog-filled city. The drive home is made beautiful by the environmental damage.
. . .. . . ..
aesthetics over pollution.
. . .. .............. . ..I know a few that would disagree.
Tonight it was sex on the beach.
I was grateful for the bench that made the view a little more blemished. The sight was uninvited and thankfully escapable.
On the drive, steam slides over the glow of greenhouse lights on my favorite strip of road in the West.
Yet the road is made dangerous by my fatigue.
She's a girl that's upset with
the world and it's circumstances -
but mostly herself.