Driving in a Headspace

Driving in a Headspace

A Poem by indiscreetis
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A lovely poem on my perspective of my road rage.

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The clouds expand towards the array of hills at the furthest point of my vision. Miles of trees encompassing the sights and accompanying the sounds.

I am so sticky with sweat, strands of my wild and wind blown hair lay glued to my forehead. The Texas heat churns my stomach momentarily, but it fades as a breeze laps at my face from the open window.

I am concentrating.

Concentrating on not allowing the wires of my brain to spark and ignite the hysteria inside me when I can't keep my speed.

I can feel my blood boiling behind my skin, the cooling voice of reason slowly receding into the depths of the chaos.

I wish I could enjoy normal things. Instead I create these hidden realities that I know to be false, yet I continue to build them and cultivate their prosperity.

Why can't I let my emotions go?

© 2017 indiscreetis


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Added on July 14, 2017
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Tags: Road rage, perspective, poetry, descriptive, Texas, drive

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indiscreetis
indiscreetis

Llano, TX



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