Midnight RideIt's 11:53.Midnight Ride2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm climbing over the edge and into the right back seat of the convertible, sandwiching my friend between my brother and myself. A bearded 20-year-old I had only met yesterday zoomrockets the car into the Arizona streets, and
I recall your surprise visit in my dreams the night before—
Where I wasted so much time trying to find out when I had to go home, time I could have shared with you instead.
But it was just a dream.
We're probably at 88 miles per hour when we drive through tomorrow, when Thursday night becomes Friday morning.
The moon is full and blue and shining through thick clouds, and I feel a twinge of guilt for leaving my youngest brother behind. We both know how prone I am to cardiac hemorrhaging, and it seems like I pricked it enough to streak blood this time.
It's 12:03 and we're running a 100, and my thoughts drift to you—
What would you think of me, riding backseat in a chase against the night, embracing the recklessness of youth?
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