A crash of thunder fills the silence that otherwise dominates the air.
So fitting that this gust of wind arrives as soon as it’s been knocked out of my sails.
The road behind never slows
In its winding, fleeting kaleidoscope dream
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗.
Don’t get me wrong, I love sunshine.
Rainbows, smiles and sweets are fine.
But after months of sickly sweet,
I start to fidget in my seat.
Revelations don’t come while doing day to day.
They come while wiping dirt out of your eyes.
You’ve been kicked to the ground many times before.
They never saw it accumulating into something more.
Empty bed.
Pounding head.
Shrinking room.
Open tomb.
Acid words.
Flightless birds.
Searing burn.
Even on my darkest days, you have a way of making me feel worse.
A battle I’m destined to never win.
I have tried everything in the book.
There’s nothing quite as bad as feeling helpless.
Take shelter.
I’ll be your home tonight.
Don’t panic.
I’ll help you make it right.
Those echoes.
Those voices from your past.
I drive up from the city;
Passing memories.
Haunting like I still care.
But I’ve forgotten who I was before.
I just keep on driving;