sometimes when i drive home, like late tonight, i can't imagine my life headed anywhere at all, and i just expect God to send some car flying from a side-street through a stop sign at me. i'd die in that automobile accident and pop up in heaven and be like "ok, THAT explains why my life has been like it has been lately"
but sometimes i don't feel like that.
Often, at bends in the road, I think about what would happen if I just went straight. I feel my hands grip the wheel more deliberately, to keep my eyes from taking me through the guard rail and off the ledge. I feel the lurch in my stomach as gravity claims the car from the air and pulls me down to destruction. Then I manage to fight around the bend and can breath until the one.
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