Get Out!

 

The freeing highway winds every which way, with the crisp distance staring back at me. I’m alone, but at least you’re not yelling at me and glaring into my pancreas. I wrapped my arms around my life and swaddled it. That’s when the cobwebs dissipated and The backbreaking deprivation ceased. I stopped living for you. The walls are still up. A righteous sky-high love no longer pushes me into A pin prick manger. But the love is still there. Maybe it’s the serotonin, but regardless I circle the centre. I go back to my dreams. Enough gibberish! I’ll keep my head down in reverence to the unseen, disregarded small steps. How do we access the heart so we can throw the bloody thing against the wall? I want to break it apart and expose the deepest ventricles and avenues to find the answers to this clogged up miracle of emptiness and adrenaline.