I remember the road beneath me.
The painted lines blurred into a haze of instant sorrow and regret. Somewhere the desert was screaming and the tree was crying its quiet tears. A maelstrom of fleeting contempt and self loathing floating away 80 miles an hour on the hardpan.
Sixteen hours into the night and the stale August air choked me.
Thunder bellowed its hate across the horizon and every star in the sky looked at me in disgust.
Judging me...
Whispering to me...
Forgetting me....
A thousand miles from serenity.
An eternity of regret.
Wow Josh...
ReplyDeleteI don't want to sound stupid here but that's quality writing.