My dark passenger never leaves you know. It's always riding with me, wanting to grab the wheel. My dark passenger lies and tells me that I don't matter. That wherever I go it will always be there to riding along beside me ready to take the wheel. I always have one hand on the wheel trying to keep it back. Once in a while my arm gets tired and I let go, and put both hands on the wheel. And keep driving. I hit so many bumps in the roads, I sway to the left, and sway to the right. When I look over at the dark passenger it is still there not moving not swaying just watching and waiting for me to to take a wrong turn. Once in a while I stop take my hands off of the wheel and tell it to drive. I don't know what direction it goes and where we will end up. When I see the light my dark passenger seems to sleep. Not read or look for direction. Just let me make my way through the light and feel the sun on my face and see the birds in the sky. I make it to the Joshua tree. Where I can feel the wind gently blowing and all of my thoughts have stopped and my nightmares are over. My search for the peace is no more. I don't have to wonder why I'm unlovable. Why that little girl cried at night. Why the Woman could never find the love that she so desired. What was it about me that the dark passenger found so intriguing that it stayed with me. That it was always right there, right beside me. I'm still at the Joshua tree. The dark passenger is There. It's not in the car anymore. It asks me why it's not in the car riding beside me. I say because the only way to stop the dark passenger is to take out the driver.