it's nights like these i feel trapped by the city, raw nerves exposed by interrogative streetlights, my burning fury unable to escape the bell jar of light pollution.
i need a long stretch of country road, the windows rolled down in my ******* car as i drive straight into farmland, cornfields embracing me on either side, the whisper of husks and leaves reminding me it's going to be all right. i need the only light to be the sea of stars above, night left unmarred; i need the pastures, the ponds, the animals asleep in the barns, the smell of hay, sweet and familiar.
i need to wander into the night and kneel down in the dirt and curse what i need to curse where no one can hear me screaming for miles.