i-64 west, breaking my spirit by Omi Salavealack of sleep.
despairing, empty pitted stomach
mind consumed with worry
looping back and weaving
spinning thoughts of frustration
a hollow bass beat blares as it remains the only witness
to little girl tears
shallow defacement at 92 on a lonely road.
no one for miles, except in my heart.
ever feel as though the only way is to disappear for a while? i used to pull that stunt when i was a kid, then when i was 17, and it plagues me like an addiction as an adult. i want to run away from the things that pain me. sitting in my car, staring at the odometer, rather than the road, with the same songs blasting through my speakers. its so tempting. its so sad. 02/18/2002 Posted on 02/18/2002 Copyright © 2024 Omi Salavea
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