i am on the coast again. for the first time in a while.

i drive on the highway. windows down. its below 10 degrees.

decay by sexual purity plays through the speakers.

on repeat.

i scream as i drive. i release.

i feel free. no one can hear me. i am alone on a dark highway.

i breathe in the cold air. it dries the back of my throat.

“decay. decay”.

i haven’t breathed vestal air for sometime.

an air untouched by the illuminous pollution of the city.

i am okay. i can breathe. the fog in my mind has lifted.

i haven’t been able to see this clearly for sometime.

i did not think a single thought this whole drive.

peace. quiet. dark. empty. alone. me.