Angels, Pricetags, and Roadtrips

I can't decide if I like the view better from the ground.

You see this way I get a nice look of everyone's shoes. The scuffs, the dirt. The rich kids rolling around in their Sperry's. The poor kids who duct tape the edges. I get to see it all and what's best is I get to see what everyone else has stepped on to get here.

I don't even wear shoes anymore. I'm too afraid. I'm afraid of the 'limited time offer' and the faulty promises and the 'call now and you'll receive a bonus with your purchase' because even though the air is getting colder, I don't want to sell my soul.

Somewhere along the road, durability escaped and he's a professional at being invisible.

Sometimes I wish I was invisible, too.

Here I am, though. In plain sight and still driving. Going 5 under on four wheels and at the same time I don't even know where I am going. All I know is I broke the brake a long time ago.

I don't even have a compass. And even if I did, I definitely wouldn't know how to use it or maybe I just don't care to learn. Maybe north south east and west are myths because the only directions I've ever seen are up and down. Maybe I'm a lost cause and maybe I like it that way.

Try not to wonder where I went. I'm trapped in my own head anyways.

Lost, but still here.






-S.C.