drive

sun roof open

windows down

oxygen (finally)

speed 

escape 

my playlist

my dog

The darkness that won't let go. The frustration. The fatigue.  The reality check (again). 

Treading water.

 And the incredible injustice of the whole thing.

all

for just a few hours

go away

And I consider driving until I reach the ocean. I consider running away. I consider giving up. And I think and cry and breath until I'm done with it.

And then, I put on my big girl pants, and go back to work. 

Because that's what you do when you're adult. 

And there's always another highway.