Thursday, March 29, 2018

drive


sun roof open
windows down
oxygen (finally)
speed 
escape 
my playlist
my dog

The darkness that won't let go. The frustration. The fatigue.  The reality check (again). 
Treading water.
 And the incredible injustice of the whole thing.

all
for just a few hours
go away


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.