Clearing My Mind

Written: January 7, 2011

Black skies. Starry Lights. Freedom from all that overwhelms him. Aimless direction, a lost boy tired of the suffocation he endures frequently in the repetitive, yet chaotic channel he calls life. Driving, leaving his life behind temporarily relinquishing responsibilities to blindly move in no direction. He's everywhere and no where, everything and nothing.

Choosing to bare his soul only to himself, he sings quietly. Faintly following the rythym on the radio, but adding his own emotion to the bars. Sometimes, it's truly saddening along that lonely open road. Slow breathing occurs, noticing every individual rain drop touch the windshield. Invisioning the water seeping through the glass and reaching his face. The recognition of feeling any sensation, besides the numb and dull uncontrollable urge to never turn around, would be a welcomed moment.

Other times anger ensues. An instance triggered a resoinse in his character where he needed to just walk away. Unknowing of what to do with his madness, he put his car into drive. Repressed emotions release through his fingers gripping the steering wheel as if to tare it from existance. Feeling the responsible and victimiezed by his own inability to address his own emotions rationally when they reach this point. Normall so collected, he is speechless, a time of utter abandonment of his intellectual thoughs. He makes the right choice and vents. Not to a family member, not to a close friend, not to a caring women, and never to a random bar tender with words of wisdom. Instead he lets every part of that moment, the unbarrable instance, drive him, taking control along the blackened street.

No one knows where he is, infact he doesn't either. A deep breath, and suddenly the driving ceases. Breathing in the crisp air, an irreplacable feeling of relaxation comes over him. He slows down, and veers to the right. Looking forward he sees nothing but eerie darkness, and the unknown, and behind him is everything he hold dear in this world. Leave it all behind, and take that chance.. or find a way to make the best out of what he has. Constantly he is turning around, driving back into the familiar, wondering if next time will be that moment he doesn't slow down..