Lofi Ghost Girl
A dream that you had..
Midnight.
The freeway.
Nothing but time.
..
Us, the rhythm,
the feeling—sublime.
..
Tired,
up late,
miles from home.
..
Rain tunnel.
Blue fog.
Banks of snow.
..
Calmed down.
Zoned out.
Present.
Yo.
..
The beat in your chest—
you feel it
let go.
..
Driving.
Vibing.
Bumping inside.
..
Everything.
Nothing.
Our worlds collide.
⸻
A car
leaps out of the fog.
..
Pink neon.
Black Civic.
Disco ball.
..
Steady.
Creeping.
Pulls right beside.
..
No problem.
..
You look—
nothing inside.
..
No driver.
There was—
no driver?
..
It drove all alone.
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