Freethought

Dearest friends and family, I’ll be writing to you concerning what it was like to drive a car.

I write so sadly.

A car

A big car

If I could write a book I’d have done it by now.

Collect your thoughts, Sara.

Collect them and pile them ontop of one another until it’s turned into something wonderful.

Just write.

Write about what it was like for you to own your car.

To drive,

TO fully be a part of the road. Of the traffic. Of the on-going public thoroughfare.

What was it like growing up?

What was it like to drive around in a car? Staring out the windows.

Looking through the bus windows?

What was it like?

Always dreaming. Always seeing.

Always trying to think of different things to dream about. Think, see, understand.

How does one even begin to write?

How does one even start?

I’ll write my sole into this laptop

In hopes that no one with find it

In hopes that I can be free to understand myself and this world.

In hopes to fulfill some destiny.

I was never one for good free-writing.

I was never one for collective thinking.

I hope one day I can concentrate

And pull out something wonderful

I’ll keep doing this, to excersise my brain.

Write until I can’t be stopped.

A path that I’m on won’t forgive me

It will only continue never-ending.

How I miss thee my love

How I can’t contain.

How I can only dribble in tears

For the heart that lies in my pain,

Cars

Freedom

Write

Something

Write

Something

Write

Something

Write

Something

What will begin my newest adventure?

What will become of it all/

How could I manage a time machine

To sometime in the fall.

I’ll correct things as I go along.

I’ll manage to find out how to do it all.

All of it will be done.

All of it will happen at once.

Nothing can control

How easy it will be to make it now

Maybe one day,

Maybe never

But I’ll fight for it

Until I die for it

I like that a lot better.