Today is one of those days where I want to pack a bag and start driving. I'm not specifically angry, nor have I been betrayed; but I still want to go somewhere. Not to 'get out' like I usually say, but just to do something with myself. I'm tired of feeling numb, or rather, tired of not feeling anything. Physical pain only lasts for so long.
For once my head is quiet- too quiet. The silence is killing me.
I want to go 75 in a 60 with the windows down and the radio turned up. I want action, movement, sound, noise. I want new scenery, new scents. I want palm trees in the rearview mirror and salt in the air.
I once read somewhere that the tiny islands of Florida were the best places to disappear.
Maybe I'll see if it's true.
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Poetryan ongoing collection of the ups and downs of my life in poetry from around October 2016 up until the present date :)
