The feeling in my stomach was awful. I could barely see because the tears where blurring my retina. Do I even see with my retina? Well, the salty water was making it difficult to see where I was steering my large piece of machinery. I was leaving you behind or maybe you were leaving me behind. Nonetheless, the feeling in my stomach was horrible. I wouldn't quite call it a knot, but I am sure if I had pulled over I could have puked. I didn't puke. I kept going.
"Stay strong!" It makes me want to keep my chin up and stop being a pathetic little baby when I hear that phrase.
I drove down the highway and the traffic had cleared and that was promising for the day to come. There was a light at the end of this tunnel. It was just blurry still.
With the music blaring and my heart aching I managed to get my shit together and be a human being again. My eyes and their lids were swollen, but I decided to put it all out of my head. Maybe I could turn this into a song. Or maybe I could write a book. I want to write a poem. I want to leave it on your pillow for you to read when you wake up tomorrow. Unfortunately, I'm just going to bed and none of my accomplishments will be accomplished tonight.
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