Bright lights, strung across the night sky like fireflies in a spider web.
The highway provides humbly, and I ponder the miracle I know the interstate to be.
A glimmer shoots directly downward before disappearing completely;
I am at the corner of adulthood — reality, as they say. I could be scared, I might be anxious, and I lack the confidence that a real man requires in this fast-paced, business-minded, sex-fueled world of ours. But I feel hope, for once. I feel like I’ve let go — of what, I can’t say. I have changed in one way or another…