Two Silhouettes

Two silhouettes where in front of me, I didn’t want them there, for they where the wall holding me back from my desires.  Shining beams of light highlighted the room behind them in a wintery crispness.  The light bounce of the gleaming silver handle, hitting my face and embellishing it in warm light. The things in front of me wouldn’t let me have my desires, and therefore they where my enemies

Desires

I want a Chevy impala

I want a black Chevy impala

I want it so bad I’d murder for it

I hunger for it

A shiny one with a loud engine

I want to drive it down Main Street with AC/DC playing

I want to drive it across the country and take my friends along

For the ride

I want to smell the old leather and think of ages past

I want to work on the engine, rebuild it with my own hands, feel the slime of the oil

I want to love that car

I want that to be the car I always remember