visions

Earlier today I saw myself kneel down in the driveway that runs along the length of our house. Hold my head in my hands and cry real tears. The sharp rocks and edges of asphalt tearing into my skin. If I believed in a god, I would have been praying.

This picture filled my head as I stood on the edge of the drive – facing the street. While the things I need faded slowly into the distance with the retreating cars.