Sickened roads.
I have memorized all these lanes by heart and they make me sick. Everyday
I see
Faces that look at me with knowing. They know
too much and nothing.
High on the hills of adrenaline. I have had
too much of everything,
Thrown out into the abyss to fend for one’s sanity.
Everything is too deep.
I do not need.
This adventure, thank you.
I just want to go back home now.
Winding roads will lead me home.
Lead me home.