The woods

A ride in my car the other night

All was quiet and enigmatic that sunset 
whilst the horses huddled in their homes
and the ice in the fields 
served as hard Armour to the sleeping earth.

 

The Crystalline necklaces of the evergreens shined in the pink light, the complexity of the moody air and soy bean fields enchanted me; I saw these things through the vast nothingness I call home. The Borderline scenery was trying to give me advice, blithe advice it was. If anything, they all made me forget for a while. 

 

Nothing significant had happened that day; a changed notion of the dead Minnesotan air, my creeping insanity, and a trip to dairy queen. 

 I guess my dad wanted to make me feel better, because he took me to the little dairy queen shack and bought me a small blizzard. I can't remember much else of that day because they're all always so stupid and trivial. 

I guess I was thinking about a person who I shouldn't think about whilst looking at the scenery.

Jimi Hendrix was on the radio. 

And I wished that person who I should have forgotten was holding me.

And I was listening to the Woods, completely ignoring the other beings in the car that sunset. 

Author's Note

ignore the broken sentences/any errors, I am going to revise soon