Cold, damp drizzle pelting against the windshield, the hum of the car engine…purring, eyes not focused on the road rather squinting at faint images, recollections of days past. Rhythmic cadence of the wiper blades sways back and forth; back and forth, trance state, Zen state? No, no peace, no tranquility…only questions.
When will the storm pass? How far do I go? If I turn off here, will there be a toll…
Car cabin, warm cocoon, provides little insulation from bouts of reoccurring pangs of doubt…drifting from road to memory…foregone days sunny and sweet…simple dalliances, lighthearted and fair, running without a care… hand grips wheel, suddenly turns, no object in the path…only memory of the danger of being caught in the act…
When will the storm pass? How far do I go? If I turn off here, will there be a toll…
Sweat forms on brow like heavy dew, gripping tighter at the wheel as if one knew, the outcome of an old movie, dark forms lurking, long shadows creeping up the wall, lights flashing, blinding, then there is nothing at all…driving with no map there is always a cost, living today through the past, one is surely lost.
When will the storm pass? How far do I go? If I turn off here, will there be a toll…
Betrayed by those who profess to love…vicious indeed…the road sharply curves at odd angles, there is too much speed…No signs, no warnings, the cliffs loom dangerously close, the headlights dim through the fog, can see nothing at most…the way uncertain, lonely and forgotten, the trees passing forlorn and down-trodden…the road continues to narrow, hope begins to fade…yet light in the distance is dimly made.
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