Metaphorically speaking

Sometimes, when the thoughts threaten to drown me, when my closed eyes see only what happened before, I feel like going for a long drive with just my backpack and a few essential items.

The thought of your solemn look at the sunrise. The itch on my back from sitting on that seat for so long. A scent coming from the horizon. I’ll pack those, and leave behind all of my pride, maybe bring along some water for juice.

Nothing just makes sense anymore.

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