I Love to Write

just your ordinary passenger,
on this ordinary trip to never never.
silently looking out the window,
just silently observing,
as though nothing.
breathing in the blissful stink of the breeze kissing my cheeks stimulating my ever whimsical friend, nostalgia.
playing nonstop charades as we pass by memories.
silent, just silent. occasionally grinning, occasionally sighing unconsciously, as though lost in a trance, a beautiful trance.
silent, just silent. not caring where this takes us.
not caring, not ever caring... for all i know, this ride is actually the destination.
silent, just silent.