The Drive

I believe in the kingdom come

then all the colors will bleed into one

I'm still running

It is becoming a habit

I hop in my blue car clutching disclosure  

I turn up music and drive away

Far away

I know the way like the back of my hand

Go up the hill and straight ahead

Stop

Keep going straight

Stop again

Look left

Look right

Speed across the old highway

Turn right at the stop sign

Keep going

Faster

Faster

Pick up the speed and I fly up and down more hills

The world around me is a blur

 

Wind cannot stop me

No one can

I soar around curves and speed deep into the country

Stop

Turn left

Pine trees whisper to me

Keep going

Just keep driving

You’re nearly there!

Rocks and boulders dot a line on the side of the road

Cows eat dead grass

They watch me race alone

Golden fields roll on beside me

Birds fly free

They swoop in front of my car

They mock me

Tell! Tell! Be Free! Free! Be Free!

 

 

I press the pedal to course on

The sky breaks and bursts into color ahead

My car hums loving the narrow road below it

I’m out in the open

Soon a blue house with shutters stands on my right

My best friends live inside

Stop sign!

We are almost to the place where I breathe

I feel guilty but lucky with every inhale

In view comes a steeple in the distance

Exhale 

A humble cross touches the sky

I dread it and I love it

Turn right

I enter slowly  

Gravestones new and old fill my eyes

They are scattered for a mile

It’s peaceful and lively for a cemetery

The birds who mock always have a party

They sing for spring at the top of their lungs

They jump from tree to tree eyeing me

No one else is here

No one ever seems to be here

Only artificial flowers

Real flowers

Dying flowers

Statues

Angels and crosses

Words with loving memory

Legends are also here

Mothers, fathers, daughters, and sons

Sisters, brothers, babies, and children

Uncles, aunts, grandmothers  and grandfathers

Nieces, nephews, and cousins

Human beings who sinned and who loved

My friend is on the far left at the end of the cemetery  

She lies by the trees and hedge

Get out of the car

My shoes sink into the wet mud and grass

Hello friend! I miss you...and I have so much I wish I could tell you.

I touch the shooting star on a cold stone

There are new yellow flowers below

The world stands still

She is never here

She is somewhere greater

Each stone and statue in front of her glistens and tells a story

And behind her is a large empty field

With a magnificent sky above

It’s strange to say

But I like visiting here

Serenity is all I need

I am alive

I can sense there is something incredible waiting for me ahead

She knows exactly what is to come

My story is still going

The drive is a beautiful agony

I have many streets to travel yet

and the life I am lucky to have ticks on

but I still haven't found what I'm looking for...

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[Misery]

The words of a hopeless romantic who dreams of impossible things.
Dreams are just the cure for "hopeless" and "impossible". Keep dreaming and writing and sharing.