I'm traveling along and roll down the window
My head is pushed back and the wind hits my face
It's cold and wakes me up
It's where I am
The heater struggles to keep me warm and the radio is barely audible but I can't pull my head back in
The hissing - it's deafening!
The wind and my ears are screaming at one another
Rushing inside
The shell of my ear
Memories of conversation
Mum and Dad pile us in and I get the window seat
My ears might come off
My eyes might pop!
Tears run down my face, drying before they fall
My hand flies through it
I see the world pushing past
I'm inside it
Everything through me
Connected
It's personal
A private moment while Mum and Dad sort things out
Everything happens now
Thoughts disappear and the world rushes in
Complete
Held
Whispers scream
The cold heats my blood
Alone with everything - my hand surfs - strokes
Where am I?
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