sun roof open
The darkness that won't let go. The frustration. The fatigue. The reality check (again).
And the incredible injustice of the whole thing.
for just a few hours
And I consider driving until I reach the ocean. I consider running away. I consider giving up. And I think and cry and breath until I'm done with it.
And then, I put on my big girl pants, and go back to work.
Because that's what you do when you're adult.
And there's always another highway.