You Can Be Nice

"Not all those who wander are lost..."

We were driving. Music loud enough to drown out the chances of us speaking, yet I could still feel her thoughts creeping into my ears. I didn’t want them. Rage saturated my veins. We continued driving even as the blur of street signs and road ahead of me invaded my vision. I saw myself shutting my eyes and falling asleep as the wheel slipped through my weakened hands. Then it was black.

1 year ago