The destination is less important than the driving.                                                                         

Highway sounds block out my thoughts,                                                                                                              making it possible to figure out answers                                                                                                

instead  of creating more questions.

[This road is the perfect listener.]              

I silently scream underwater, where no one else can hear.                                                                                          It’s only then I feel the tension leave.                                                                                                                               The black line blurs through my tears and I know                                                                                              

I’ll finally breathe again, at least until next time.              

[Even anchors must let go of their ships eventually.]

s.jensen

2/15/15