At 10:34 I am on the 101 at some 80 MPH on my way back. From what and to what becomes a question as I drive carefree with windows down because I need to feel it. It feels good, even though I am headed to alone. I know I am walking into severe melancholy, but give in.
Was it to hard to try?
Doesn't really matter much, now it's gone. Where was your soul when your heart let me go? What am I supposed to do with what we had?
Does it even matter, now I'm down this road.........
We all end up walking alone. Tonight, it was on the 101, alone with my fears and this asphalt diversion. What a shame. I think my broken heart is on the mend....
I can't be sure.
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