Catching it from all sides, and you know how that feels.
So grab the guard rail and let go of the wheel.
What is futile, making sense of this place,
in every corner; stifled- without exit or escape.
I dreamt that you left me and that’s enough for me,
because without me there’s only you and traction from where the skid marks grate the pavement.
Not enough that we tried,
effort ignores that stretch of reality.
And the road comes to an end. All things end or we start again…