Those cool vocals howl in my ears as the wind whips through my hair.
I sit and stare at the sunlight sprinkling from the black vastness above as the thundering of cars roll by.
Their exhaust suffocates and chokes the little bit of beauty around like the weakening oak tree I rest my body against.
I don’t know how long it’ll be there for but I know it’ll be there longer then me.
I’m already gone.
I’m just an observer in these matters.