driving so deliberately through the morning fog. star flies circled around my sight. breaking into the brilliant bleak sunshine. slowing down into new worlds. stopping and hearing birds sing made me want to stay. or at least roll the windows down to hear them.
i thought about all the times that i could have taken someone home. but was too blind or stupid or afraid. i thought about being mixed up and coming out again. a metamorphosis into enlightenment in the scope of a few miles. the new beauty of a forgotten place puts things into perspective.
a wanting for something bigger than the sphere around my head. taking myself back with music. getting myself back with a song. i wished that i had someone to share some thoughts. there's something about the way the light hits the landscape in the morning. there's something comforting about seeing this for miles ahead.
there's something about the way the miles are counting down. like your life running out of time. there's no time like the present to be so lonely. the wiser we get the harder it is to talk about it. like how two people sit in silence. like cats together with intersecting lines of sight.
the tears only come when you're alone. they're so fortified and held in tight. but released by something as simple as "the creation story". or "let it be". i can think of a few words to live by. i can see the road ahead and i'm happy to get to where i am going.
