Then again, maybe this letter is for me.
Simple words to unrestrained minds. Yet, no help can be found here. Nothing found but this cathartic release of passing deep emotion.
I drove the other day. Just drove and drove. Only vague goals in mind. Indecisive as I am, I rode on the feeling of movement. I couldn't stop. I ended in a different country and wanted to keep on. I'm not sure of what it was I sought. A freedom of sorts? A sense of being but not belonging? I have always craved the open road. In ways I cannot explain. That I never could. These low and driving moods are my secret. They last for short periods and when gone, leave me with a peace, a clarity and emotional high I cannot contain.
Where life is joy and sunshine even through the gray. Where time is of the essence, yet holds no importance. Where I truly live is here. In my darkest hours, in my brightest moments. In this poetry of thought. In these I exist. I believe. I am.
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