Car

Car rides lately 

Have been my new muse.

It's been trips to nowhere

That either helped or exacerbated my blues.

It's where I can cry my tears.

And talk to God about all my fears

"Should I leave him?"

"Do I really need this job?"

"What's my REAL purpose in life?"

My car takes me places on trips to nowhere.

Like, deep inner reflections

Like me questioning my obsession in becoming society's version of perfection.

I mentally purge myself.

Then I just get quiet.

Not hearing anything but smooth road and the humming of my engine.

Just listening and trying to receive messages from my own intuition.

Sometimes it comes.

My car is the quickest way to get to nowhere

So that I can think

So I can scream

So I can cry without judgement

And get lost on purpose 

Within the comfort of leather seats and distance.

I drive away. 

From everything.