I drove. 176 miles. Seeing nothing but tail lights, and very few of them. The roads are empty and well traversed. Yet, I feel like I am in bumper to bumper rush hour traffic on a friday afternoon. As I drove, I thought. Genres of music changed, from metal and rap, to JUNO, to relient K, to air 1 radio station, and even COUNTRY!...then silence. I was sick of the noise. I was sick of the noise I have been putting in my own life for so long. I am okay alone, I can spend time with myself. So, I did!
The long trip, or rather short one, turned into a lengthy thought session, intermitant with prayer. I maintained my cool all of last year, because I traversed home so often. (side note: I love to travel!...hmmph?) I have thought so much, had my breakdown. Now what?
Now, everything is a blur.
Everything that has been....has been and was.
Everything will be, will be the way it is supposed to be.
Like someone ran there fingures across a wet canvas, WEE for a blur!
Yet, my blur is like one of those 3-D pictures, squint and you can see something!
J
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