All the thoughts that stay repressed throughout the day with work,
love,
weed,
food,
music,
books,
writing,
friends,
etc,
etc,
etc,
come out while I'm on that 45 mile stretch of road from costa mesa to los angeles.
it's especially bad when i'm crawling along for two hours with all the other drivers crawling along beside me.
why is it always during this time that my brain seems to spit out as many negative and scary thoughts as possible?
I think maybe I'm just afraid.
Afraid of loving.
Afraid of dying.
Afraid of never being understood.
There are so many things I want and yet really
I just want to be able to come home to a safe place, a loving face
a warm spot to curl and uncurl
and hide out from that terrifying world out there.
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