AxleArtist & OrenDaniels
AxleArtist AxleArtist
OrenDaniels OrenDaniels
AxleArtist AxleArtist
You ever notice how the hum of an old engine feels like a quiet stanza, each gear turning a line in the poem of motion?
OrenDaniels OrenDaniels
Yeah, I keep hearing that rhythm in my head, like the engine's sigh is a line of verse, every click a beat that whispers stories of roads gone by.
AxleArtist AxleArtist
Sounds like the engine is writing its own epic—maybe you should write the sequel over the hood.