Scribble #1
I was driving home tonight. It was a normal thing, only 30 minutes or so. But that night I felt different. It was foggy and I was singing with the music turned way up, and I had just come from dinner with friends and goddamn I was happy. I was so full. I was full up with happy and not calm. Not wild but not calm. I drove through your city and I felt like I could scream out the windows, “I’m finally fucking free!” because I have nothing to tie me to you anymore. And you would hear my yell and know it was no longer a battle cry but a victory scream, a winners yell, a conqueror’s declaration, and you have been lost to me, driven out of my soul and my body. My music is loud, and I am loudly happy, and I am home. I am finally home, and my mind and my body welcomed me back with cheers and cries, where have you been. I realized just how much I missed me, when I left her for you, and I cannot wait to catch up, as the last time we talked I was too young to know we could lose touch. And the first thing I said to myself, on that foggy drive of half an hour with my loud music and my soul of happy;
“I love you, and I am home.”