My life is a windy road
It curves in many different directions
Some lefts
Some rights
Some long straight paths that seem to go on forever
Even some very narrow paths that you have to squeeze to the right and left of the road as to not hit the car driving opposite you
I drive through my life never knowing what lies in the day, week, year ahead
As I grow older so does my car
It sun-bleach’s and rusts
The color and model becomes disfigured as time goes on
That’s not what stops me though
Every now and then my life decides that it’s gonna empty my gas tank
When my gas tank empty’s I have to stop at the gas station of memories and talk with myself for hours upon end until my tank fills
I hate it when my gas runs on empty
Coming to terms with one’s own memories is the worst and most taxing thing my brain can do
It makes me want to suddenly turn right on one of those long straight paths
Drive off of this road that portrays my life and fall into the abyss
Never being able to repaint or refill