Empty head
Driving through the night, not caring much how fast, how slow, or how much there is left of the road to go on. The road goes on, mind is empty from everything resembling coherent thoughts. Lights flicker by, an bad driver almost pushes me to the wall then straighten himself at the very last moment. Another second gone by and the radio is a blur of pop and commercials. I can't really describe the driving trance I fell into this evening. Something odd, relaxing and easy, putting two hands on the wheel and just going on, feeling every pitfall and road tumble and yet noticing none.
Peace at mind, reviewing old memories. Somehow detached from the pain that old, unneeded blames have been laid to my door, like scratching at wounds that had healed without me noticing. Finding, surprisingly that the pain is gone.
That alone is enough to sleep well tonight, knowing that a few choice nightmares would go graze at some other's head.
Peace at mind, reviewing old memories. Somehow detached from the pain that old, unneeded blames have been laid to my door, like scratching at wounds that had healed without me noticing. Finding, surprisingly that the pain is gone.
That alone is enough to sleep well tonight, knowing that a few choice nightmares would go graze at some other's head.