Driving on

I've driven a lot of roads, in a few different places through my short life. None of them like todays', full of turns but with a big straight line.

I started my journey up in disappoinment st., just minutes after passing anger road. When i realized my jaws were too clenched, i already was on teardrop way. Somehow, before i started to feel so bad, i knew that i still had a long way to go, and i had to drive on the fearfull guilt road. So i needed to feel strong enough if i really wanted to get well into the self-damage thoughts freeway. Once there, i did not think anything at all, but one thing was for sure, i was headed to a place where there is no such thing as pain, harm, or even fear. I was just hoping to get to a place where someone waits for me, loves me more than anyone in the whole world. Someone who does'nt have to say a word, i simply feel it, and i don't have to ask if i'm loved, nor if anyone cares about me. I came to the one person who i live for.

A mi madre.