The solo road takes hold. I don't know where it goes, but where it goes I go. A midnight’s drive under a sky full of clouds, blocking the moonlight. Only the glimpse of a shimmering star guides my way, but to what I do not know. A night of indifference, just going where this winding road takes me, but I can barely see that shining star through clouds of hesitation. The road is a one lane highway to a destination unknown the fog is so dense it is like a layer of blankets used to hide the fears of a child in the dark. At this point I wonder if it can hide my fears as well. Do I even want to hide from these fears at all or should I stand up to the inevitable? My engine’s sputtering, stalling, my car’s running out of gas and I feel like I just might crash. I put my foot to the gas and hope that I wont fly through the glass and end up with my car smashed, because this car is my only way off this **** road in the first place. I see no headlights coming my way even though I pray that one day I will see a light at the end of this godforsaken road but the day isn't today. Some days I pray that I will lay on the road face down with a trail of my essence turning the road red with release but other days I carry on like it was my job to mindlessly keep both of my hands on the steering wheel and hope that at the end of this road, there’s an exit sign, and that all I need’s a little more time. Because night after night, my hands grip the wheel so hard my knuckles turn white as the fog that clouds my vision day after day. My sighs echo down this ever growing street, every twist and turn feels like another reason to unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door because I’m going 85 in a 50 and I can’t even see my own headlights on the road my vision is blurred and my mind is as foggy as the road I drive on. Every now and again I wonder what the point is I can barely remember the day I started driving, it was so long ago and I pray for the day when I can wash this fog away in rain, that I’ll find an exit and take it.