I find as I sit, upon this isolated curb. Flashes pass me, at exceeding speeds. I see a girl, She rushes over to me, worried and concerned.
As I try regain my thoughts, She slowly begins to ponder. 'What are you doing here' No longer could I hold in 'I'm stuck in this torment, these flashing lights are blinding me, dazing me, but worst of all they're continuously haunting me'
As I hold in the tears in which I have already wept, she grabs my hand. Always asserting, all will be well. After tears for what seems like hours. I notice the flashes are gone. The woman takes my hand, and proceeds to take me away from this cursed highway towards her car, until I get lost again
I am awaiting long overdue psychotherapy over what is very much expected Bipolar Disorder and OCD (obsessive thoughts). The flashing consistant cars are my thoughts rushing uncontrollably, I am stuck. The poem begins which is a very similar mood change to me