This road speaks to me again Like it has in years past Drowning the sound of voices With the noises of tires on pavement. Feeling that familiar tinge of something I struggle to define. Struggling to conceal my differences And stifle anger fueled by frustrations.
I'm sorry, I can't help it. The highway sees this side of me Every time we meet.
Journaling in the back seat and this threw up all over the page instead.