#rear view mirror

[huariqueje]

Night Drive - Douglas Max Utter , 2023.

American , b, 1950 -

Oil on canvas , 24. x 30 in.

[webdiggerxxx]

꧁★꧂

[talos-stims]

the first autumn snow of the season | source

[kply-industries]

[expatiating]

yesterday

[drivewaycore]

[gameraboy2]

Tales from the Crypt (1972)

[photography-by-timebird84]

© by Timebird84

[whereifindsanity]

[rocknrox]

[streetmatt]

Ice on a rear view mirror.

By Matti Merilaid.

[huariqueje]

Rear View - Melinda Marshman , 2018.

Australian , b. 1960s -

Oil on linen , 29 x 41 cm.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

1st-1

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“That’s what the twentieth century was, a kind of windstorm-scouring of all we thought was knowledge, and truth, and ours—until it became too strong for us, or we too weak for it, and “the self replaced the soul as the fist of survival” (Fanny Howe).” ― Christian Wiman, My Bright Abyss: Meditation of a Modern Believer

[giffypudding]

That Lo-Fi Feeling

[chronivore]

[whogivesmestrengthhh]

Rear view mirror

I thought I saw you driving towards your place

But it was too dark and too fast to really see your face

I’ll be honest, missing you has faded

After everything we went through, my heart was really jaded

But tonight, this moment

I really missed your hug

Held so tightly in your arms

Held so strongly, held so snug

You didn’t always give that enveloping embrace

But when you did…all my stress, and fears and anxieties laid to waste

You had a way of this strong gentleness

A soft touch, a gentle caress

Yet something so light, was able to carry all of the weight

The weight of sadness, the weight of my fears

You’d lift them up strongly and wipe away my tears

But tears dry up

And this pain will disappear

Just like your lights in the rear view mirror