Ghost.

I haven’t been out at 3 a.m. in a while. By while, I mean without you.
The fog was covering the mountains in a thick layer, smoothing any jagged details. It was humid, but I still wore the flannel you liked me to keep in the backseat of my car for this very purpose. Still tucked into my security blanket, I went to sleep in the middle of my bed.
This morning, I grumbled as I took out the vacuum and swept up the place. Topsoil littered the floor and napkins were shredded under the couch. It wasn’t until I saw a pair of paws playing quietly alone that I realized we all have a silent caretaker.
I have to choose who I want to care for me, as well as who deserves my care.

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Ghost.

Sunset.

I took down my hair and flew through the yellow lights. Each intersection had a woman on the corner, waiting for their chance to move. I flew to you.
Later, I ate with you but looked at the sky alone, with a quiet and sole interpretation.
I asked, “I wonder how many times we’ve looked at a sky, called it beautiful, and then completely forgotten it?” I asked.
You said. “All I heard was ‘completely forgotten’,” you said.
Grinning, I explained why that fleeting moment was ironic.
In that moment, we were the sky.

Sunset.

Environmentally Damaging Escapism.

It’s a hard feeling to describe.  It’s light and airy, as if nothing exists beyond the interior cab.  The rigid wheel holds steady under the light pressure of my left hand.  The ride is smooth as silk and the tires barely make a sound.  It’s freedom and reality and fantasy and pure, unadulterated ecstasy all merging to create one, perfect joy ride.  Driving brings relief from the constant pressures of my parents and money and college and growing up.  There isn’t a need to think about any of those things on the road.  My mind is free to relax and enjoy the feeling.  The feeling of being absolutely nonexistent.  In that moment, I’m gone.  I don’t need a shotgun rider or directions.  There’s no need to stop or sightsee.  All I need is a full tank of gas and an open highway.

Environmentally Damaging Escapism.