Joseph looked at elderly woman on his right. The intense disorientation and unsatiated desire to know who it was that spent all of his waking hours attending to him, caring about him, was driving him crazy.
car or me crazy it’s like diving but through r. driving in the wrong lane. driving fast. driver.
Greg
she was driving me mad the other day. i couldn’t, I just couldn’t believe someone like me can do that to her. I mean give up on her. Don’t get me wrong, life was great but sometimes I just get fed up with it at all. All I do is run off and sleep.
I was driving in my car. My car. It felt right, like my body had become a machine and could propel over the expanse of land that divided me and my destination. Technology powered by my toe. Amazing. And now I can go from my apartment to my boyfriend’s.
Cat
Driving is the best medicine for a soul with a severe case of wanderlust. There is nothing better than a long road trip with the windows down and the radio blaring. It’s good for you.
Devin
i love driving. i especially love driving while im high. i really don’t know why. also, i always have the windows down…even if it’s raining, even if its cold, and even if its hot. i have a civic now but i used to have a land rover. that was my baby!! until it started overheating. That was gay. It was fun while it lasted.
Darlene
it is slow, and fast sometimes almost causing death it keeps us moving but shouldn’t exist. we were never meant to have this ability, such a strange concept, constantly keeps us going. It will never go away, it will just keep growing into more and more.
Alexandria
i hate driving i failed my driving test at least twice now i hope im not like spongebob where i fail my driving test so many times. i guess this means im not meant for driving TO THE BUS
Jason
driving frightens me, not because i am driving, but when i am a passenger. i watch for every obsticle, fearing for my life. i am constantly battling with my nerves telling myself to get over it. but no matter how hard i try, i can’t get over it, i’m scared. my nerves will be the death of me i know it.
Indiana
never really enjoyed driving, I find it annoying. Too many people headed in too many different directions, yet at the same time having a group of people joining you on your path may seem…I don’t know…rewarding? bah. I hate driving.
Preston
I hate it when people drive really slow, or don’t turn on their blinker, and I really hate when people just stop in front of you for no apparent reason. Driving long places is a pain in the ass also. Plus driving costs a crap ton of money now a days with gas. I think we should all walk or ride bikes everywhere, no one would be fat then :3
Marana
scary but kind of exciting speeding is stupid i think the government got it right with the whole speed limits thing. people who risk their lives are stupid, might as well just poke a bull in the eye. fun but stressful
Lisa
Talk to me about your trials. I see the train. I see the flash. Oncoming traffic
Panic attack
Safety. Fear. It’s all relative.
We’re not related but we’re in love
Meera
..is a pain in Mumbai
The stress of it all. Watch out not only for other cars but pedestrians and stray animals too.
Not to mention the hierarchy of vehicles – biggest vehicle gets right of way. Even if that means it’s a negligent truck driver who’s been on the road for 12 hours and probably had a few to keep himself awake.
A pain indeed.
travellati
We didn’t bother talking to each other as the silence was awkward enough for both of us. I gazed out the window, listening to the loud murmurs going about the city. I watched the city lights go by quickly as he drove around the city, not exactly knowing where to go. “where are you driving us?” I asked. “I dunno,” he mumbled. “let’s just enjoy the city I guess. I’ll drive us home if you want.”
Driving. I don’t have my permit, I don’t have my license, and I don’t have a car. But if i did i’d drive like there was no end to anything. No end to the road, no end to the amount of gas in my car, no end to my car in general. I’d play every song that makes me smile and i’d be so at peace that the world would be jealous. For some reason I feel like driving could be the most peaceful thing on earth. Just you alone in your car with your music and your thoughts and for a few hours nothing matters. Nothing is important. Driving.
It is amazing how many ways driving can be interpreted. Depending on the driver, passengers, and style of car; each trip in a car varies completely.
Sarah
She drove. She drove out of that town. She drove away from him. She drove away from everything she knew. She gave one last glance in the rearview mirror and couldn’t help that small smile that flit across her lips.
Driving along a red dirt road I imagined my future. I dreamed about being a cowboy chasing cattle through the scrub on horseback or on a motorbike. I thought about nights spent sleeping in a swag under the stars and spinning yarns around the campfire.
The red dirt road was amazing for opening my heart, mind and soul to possibilities.
a car is great but you really need to know to drive and have a driving licence if you want to have fun. otherwise, it will get you in problems. you have to be really careful and responsible and aware that any bad decision you make behind the wheel may cost you a life.
Ioana
I hate driving. I once dreamed up a system in which the cars drive themselves, and people can call up a car, and it would come and pick them up and take them where they need to go. Productivity would increase significantly because people wouldn’t waste time driving during their commute. Drunk people, children, old people, blind people, and the otherwise incapable could still be transported.
A mere cephalopod
I like to ride in cars when others are driving. I enjoy listening to the music and feeling free. Driving is complicated.
I could see through the tinted shade of glass, that all that was protecting him from the full force of the wreckage was me. The SUV, so unreadable and out of control wouldn’t heed to my commands, and then all at once, with a tug, I saved him, and saved myself from what would have took me anyway.
Jacob
The wind in your hair while the windows are rolled down. The feel of the firm steeling wheel in the grip of your hands. The roar of the engine as you put your foot on the pedal.
Jessica
I do not have my driver’s license yet. Hopefullly I will soon. I am only 15 though, driving is so much fun i guess. it’s a little scary sometimes though. I can’t wait to have my own car.
Ashleigh
This word reminds me of the Incubus song: ‘Drive’.
I can already hear the opening riffs and the strumming of the guitar. More importantly though, the song talks about taking your life in your hands. Choosing to be responsible or reckless.
i love to drive if only i could because im not 16 yet but when i do i will be super happy and excited to fin have some sort of freedom in this world,i will be abe to be more independent and have more responsibility and it will make me feel more grown up and mature. I will help out more and drive my little sister to places when my parents cant.
ana
You’re driving me crazy.
I never know what you’re thinking.
Yes?
No?
Maybe you’re doing this on purpose,
but I won’t allow you to mess with my head in this way.
Go screw yourself with your manipulative ways,
No girl needs this, so I’m leaving you behind.
You’re nothing but a shadow in my rearview mirror.
Christy
Going places. I love driving. The distance between places is where I feel I find myself best. The radio off and the drone of the road helps me to forget everything and just concentrate on myself. I love driving.
Marina McCreary
i love being in the car while others drive because i don’t have my license yet and driving is a bit hectic in a big city like atlanta, ga. being in the car gives me the peaceful moment that i should be getting more often. it makes me feel happy to drive through the city lights down the highway at night because it makes me realize there are more beautiful things greater than any of us in this world. there are possibilities and they are absolutely and magnificently endless. the calmness is my muse.
cindy h
And suddenly I was driving, driving down the dark street. The street lights illuminated the way, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing seemed to be enough anymore. It all faded to darkness up ahead, I could see it coming, but what could I do? There was nowhere else to go. And I could not go back to where I had come from.
Monica Kaufman
Distance is painful. It parts people from things they love. Things they want. When you drive, you have that feeling of progression. There is a destination. But a wise person once said, happiness isn’t the destination, it’s the journey. So why don’t you pick up those car keys, and go for a pointless drive and enjoy the simple feeling of moving forward?
Myriam
I was driving my car the other day and all the sudden a man popped up who looked like a clown. Afraid to run him over, I slammed on the breaks.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.
‘I tried hitchhiking, but no one ever wants to pick up a clown.”
Ivory Carpenter
with the music on and my windows down, feelings the breeze on my skin. this is one place in the entire world where i feel untouchable. this is one place in the world where i can think. i feel comfortable, i feel good.
ashlyn kudransky
driving is when i often talk to myself and hash out thoughts i can’t normally say out loud. it’s a complete freedom, i’m mobile, free to go wherever i choose, and free to say whatever i choose. often to say the things that matter most. things i can’t really say to you because of my own fear. freedom from fear. freedom from the expected.
Erin
I enjoy driving. Not actually sitting behind the wheel and having to steer the car and dodge traffic; just sitting in the passenger seat and watching the world go by. If the window is open, with a strong wind blowing my hair, playing roller-coaster with my hand through the up-draft-even better.
Ke
when i’m driving i get really angry at people who suck at it, sometimes my friends suck at driving and i feel like i’m gonna die, driving is fun it makes me feel free, i love blasting music when i’m driving, driving on the highway is awesome because i get to go fast, driving is overall fun.
jamie
“Life is a highway!”
“No.” my brother said, firmly, and reached for the iPod’s cord.
“It’s my turn to choose the tunes!” I protested.
“And it’s my car.” said he. “So put on something worthwhile, or out it goes.”
He settled for ‘I Just Can’t Wait To Be King’.
Driving is humanities freedom and unity. Without it we would not be united, messages would take a long time to cross the world. Also, it is an escape for some, and without it it wouldn’t be possible.
I was driving down the street one day. It was a day like any other but today I felt could be the first day of something magical for me. I awoke that morning and did just what I always do. Brushed my teeth, showered, ate breakfast…but still, I felt that something special was waiting for me today.
Joseph looked at elderly woman on his right. The intense disorientation and unsatiated desire to know who it was that spent all of his waking hours attending to him, caring about him, was driving him crazy.
car or me crazy it’s like diving but through r. driving in the wrong lane. driving fast. driver.
she was driving me mad the other day. i couldn’t, I just couldn’t believe someone like me can do that to her. I mean give up on her. Don’t get me wrong, life was great but sometimes I just get fed up with it at all. All I do is run off and sleep.
I was driving in my car. My car. It felt right, like my body had become a machine and could propel over the expanse of land that divided me and my destination. Technology powered by my toe. Amazing. And now I can go from my apartment to my boyfriend’s.
Driving is the best medicine for a soul with a severe case of wanderlust. There is nothing better than a long road trip with the windows down and the radio blaring. It’s good for you.
i love driving. i especially love driving while im high. i really don’t know why. also, i always have the windows down…even if it’s raining, even if its cold, and even if its hot. i have a civic now but i used to have a land rover. that was my baby!! until it started overheating. That was gay. It was fun while it lasted.
it is slow, and fast sometimes almost causing death it keeps us moving but shouldn’t exist. we were never meant to have this ability, such a strange concept, constantly keeps us going. It will never go away, it will just keep growing into more and more.
i hate driving i failed my driving test at least twice now i hope im not like spongebob where i fail my driving test so many times. i guess this means im not meant for driving TO THE BUS
driving frightens me, not because i am driving, but when i am a passenger. i watch for every obsticle, fearing for my life. i am constantly battling with my nerves telling myself to get over it. but no matter how hard i try, i can’t get over it, i’m scared. my nerves will be the death of me i know it.
never really enjoyed driving, I find it annoying. Too many people headed in too many different directions, yet at the same time having a group of people joining you on your path may seem…I don’t know…rewarding? bah. I hate driving.
I hate it when people drive really slow, or don’t turn on their blinker, and I really hate when people just stop in front of you for no apparent reason. Driving long places is a pain in the ass also. Plus driving costs a crap ton of money now a days with gas. I think we should all walk or ride bikes everywhere, no one would be fat then :3
scary but kind of exciting speeding is stupid i think the government got it right with the whole speed limits thing. people who risk their lives are stupid, might as well just poke a bull in the eye. fun but stressful
Talk to me about your trials. I see the train. I see the flash. Oncoming traffic
Panic attack
Safety. Fear. It’s all relative.
We’re not related but we’re in love
..is a pain in Mumbai
The stress of it all. Watch out not only for other cars but pedestrians and stray animals too.
Not to mention the hierarchy of vehicles – biggest vehicle gets right of way. Even if that means it’s a negligent truck driver who’s been on the road for 12 hours and probably had a few to keep himself awake.
A pain indeed.
We didn’t bother talking to each other as the silence was awkward enough for both of us. I gazed out the window, listening to the loud murmurs going about the city. I watched the city lights go by quickly as he drove around the city, not exactly knowing where to go. “where are you driving us?” I asked. “I dunno,” he mumbled. “let’s just enjoy the city I guess. I’ll drive us home if you want.”
Driving. I don’t have my permit, I don’t have my license, and I don’t have a car. But if i did i’d drive like there was no end to anything. No end to the road, no end to the amount of gas in my car, no end to my car in general. I’d play every song that makes me smile and i’d be so at peace that the world would be jealous. For some reason I feel like driving could be the most peaceful thing on earth. Just you alone in your car with your music and your thoughts and for a few hours nothing matters. Nothing is important. Driving.
It is amazing how many ways driving can be interpreted. Depending on the driver, passengers, and style of car; each trip in a car varies completely.
She drove. She drove out of that town. She drove away from him. She drove away from everything she knew. She gave one last glance in the rearview mirror and couldn’t help that small smile that flit across her lips.
Driving along a red dirt road I imagined my future. I dreamed about being a cowboy chasing cattle through the scrub on horseback or on a motorbike. I thought about nights spent sleeping in a swag under the stars and spinning yarns around the campfire.
The red dirt road was amazing for opening my heart, mind and soul to possibilities.
a car is great but you really need to know to drive and have a driving licence if you want to have fun. otherwise, it will get you in problems. you have to be really careful and responsible and aware that any bad decision you make behind the wheel may cost you a life.
I hate driving. I once dreamed up a system in which the cars drive themselves, and people can call up a car, and it would come and pick them up and take them where they need to go. Productivity would increase significantly because people wouldn’t waste time driving during their commute. Drunk people, children, old people, blind people, and the otherwise incapable could still be transported.
I like to ride in cars when others are driving. I enjoy listening to the music and feeling free. Driving is complicated.
I could see through the tinted shade of glass, that all that was protecting him from the full force of the wreckage was me. The SUV, so unreadable and out of control wouldn’t heed to my commands, and then all at once, with a tug, I saved him, and saved myself from what would have took me anyway.
The wind in your hair while the windows are rolled down. The feel of the firm steeling wheel in the grip of your hands. The roar of the engine as you put your foot on the pedal.
I do not have my driver’s license yet. Hopefullly I will soon. I am only 15 though, driving is so much fun i guess. it’s a little scary sometimes though. I can’t wait to have my own car.
This word reminds me of the Incubus song: ‘Drive’.
I can already hear the opening riffs and the strumming of the guitar. More importantly though, the song talks about taking your life in your hands. Choosing to be responsible or reckless.
i love to drive if only i could because im not 16 yet but when i do i will be super happy and excited to fin have some sort of freedom in this world,i will be abe to be more independent and have more responsibility and it will make me feel more grown up and mature. I will help out more and drive my little sister to places when my parents cant.
You’re driving me crazy.
I never know what you’re thinking.
Yes?
No?
Maybe you’re doing this on purpose,
but I won’t allow you to mess with my head in this way.
Go screw yourself with your manipulative ways,
No girl needs this, so I’m leaving you behind.
You’re nothing but a shadow in my rearview mirror.
Going places. I love driving. The distance between places is where I feel I find myself best. The radio off and the drone of the road helps me to forget everything and just concentrate on myself. I love driving.
i love being in the car while others drive because i don’t have my license yet and driving is a bit hectic in a big city like atlanta, ga. being in the car gives me the peaceful moment that i should be getting more often. it makes me feel happy to drive through the city lights down the highway at night because it makes me realize there are more beautiful things greater than any of us in this world. there are possibilities and they are absolutely and magnificently endless. the calmness is my muse.
And suddenly I was driving, driving down the dark street. The street lights illuminated the way, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing seemed to be enough anymore. It all faded to darkness up ahead, I could see it coming, but what could I do? There was nowhere else to go. And I could not go back to where I had come from.
Distance is painful. It parts people from things they love. Things they want. When you drive, you have that feeling of progression. There is a destination. But a wise person once said, happiness isn’t the destination, it’s the journey. So why don’t you pick up those car keys, and go for a pointless drive and enjoy the simple feeling of moving forward?
I was driving my car the other day and all the sudden a man popped up who looked like a clown. Afraid to run him over, I slammed on the breaks.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.
‘I tried hitchhiking, but no one ever wants to pick up a clown.”
with the music on and my windows down, feelings the breeze on my skin. this is one place in the entire world where i feel untouchable. this is one place in the world where i can think. i feel comfortable, i feel good.
driving is when i often talk to myself and hash out thoughts i can’t normally say out loud. it’s a complete freedom, i’m mobile, free to go wherever i choose, and free to say whatever i choose. often to say the things that matter most. things i can’t really say to you because of my own fear. freedom from fear. freedom from the expected.
I enjoy driving. Not actually sitting behind the wheel and having to steer the car and dodge traffic; just sitting in the passenger seat and watching the world go by. If the window is open, with a strong wind blowing my hair, playing roller-coaster with my hand through the up-draft-even better.
when i’m driving i get really angry at people who suck at it, sometimes my friends suck at driving and i feel like i’m gonna die, driving is fun it makes me feel free, i love blasting music when i’m driving, driving on the highway is awesome because i get to go fast, driving is overall fun.
“Life is a highway!”
“No.” my brother said, firmly, and reached for the iPod’s cord.
“It’s my turn to choose the tunes!” I protested.
“And it’s my car.” said he. “So put on something worthwhile, or out it goes.”
He settled for ‘I Just Can’t Wait To Be King’.
Driving is humanities freedom and unity. Without it we would not be united, messages would take a long time to cross the world. Also, it is an escape for some, and without it it wouldn’t be possible.
I was driving down the street one day. It was a day like any other but today I felt could be the first day of something magical for me. I awoke that morning and did just what I always do. Brushed my teeth, showered, ate breakfast…but still, I felt that something special was waiting for me today.