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It was garage kept but there were a lot of things I had to do to bring her back to life. It’s always meant a lot to me and I wish it got the love it deserves! But maybe it’s just sentimental value at this point
Id love to put a kit on it or maybe even a new style bumper but it all seems too unrealistic to me, with paint and all. I just will never have that kinda money.
What are some tasteful mods I could do it really bring it to life, like say a saleen or Mach 1? What would you say it’s really missing to give it the aura of a legend?
Tuesday:
I woke to a quiet Emptiness.
In haste;
anxiously Pulling back the curtains
of a would be bedspread…
I could feel your warmth- from the
noon-day sun.
In my skin;
grieving Chemicals- waving goodbyes,
Again, and again, and-
Again and again.
Seeking validation from your cold, abrupt absence
-Again…
-
Life has been missing lately.
Today, thereafter.
They said it comes back around;
Gone for the night, but-
She’ll be back in the morning…
It’s got me thinking of that night:
The tv that was on across the living room,
The vintage warm lights, and
Records, and telephones, and movies,
and conversations…
It was difficult then,
Explaining my feelings; the guilt, and
regret with tears that came after.
-but when, I held your hand,
it swallowed everything.
I’d felt the wind as it walked us home;
Throughout your curly hair, it would sing to me, afternoon lullabies.
-
…and you
A potent reminder of what was lost.
I know now:
It wasn’t the promises, or
the fights after midnight-
It wasn’t the rain on-
Saturdays, or the big blue sky.
I’ll be back again, and again, and
Again and again…
Counting my blessings,
-all, in one hand
If it were less than three…
-dear god,
Save me.