thelastasthmatic

" And I don't know what all this means but it's just dripping through me
There's always something in the corner of our lives that we cannot quite see "
-j.sullivan

i spent a few hours this evening on a lonely stretch of highway through americas heartland. struck with a moment of deja vu, i (again) accidentally pulled off on a small two lane road at the exact same exit i had a week or two ago. the strip of grey asphalt was lit only by the tiny reflectors lining its center and the occasional lights of a pick up truck on its way home from a day in the fields.

the cell phone wigged out, technology reminding me what a fickle bedfellow it can be. i followed the yellow line and watched the darkness for the innocence it often unleashes into the cruelness of onrushing headlights. a night filled with stars looked down as i traversed a band of stone-my heart hung in the balance as my eyes fought to keep the machine from the nature around it.

the voices came and went in my ear-a lover, a friend, the song that kept the anger near. i drank sugar to keep my eyes on the road; i ate salt to keep the bitter in my veins. the dark stared through bug-splattered windows as i pushed through the night. my ultimate goal was my parents place, though i knew after the first few miles of my journey that what i felt was home was forever changed.

my home...