The Road

I decided to get in the car and drive.

It wasn’t a decision made after long brooding stares into my ceiling in the dead of night, just the opposite.

I woke up this morning to the sun rays nipping at my eyelashes and my body pulling me out of the bed and into the shower.

I smiled as I washed my face and turned on the morning radio to listen to some Oldies, it wasn’t a decision made after I reached

some climactic limit.

No, I think my limit was two months ago when my boss told me they were looking to cut people’s hours, which translated to me

packing up my stuff.

My limit was two months ago when my landlord got fed up with the me being overdue for the bulk of the lease.

When I got kicked out and moved back in with my parents.

This isn’t a decision at all, this is me getting into my car and driving.

I don’t know where and to whom I plan on going, but the road with its broken, bouncy potholes and me with my shattered, silly life

are perfect for each other.