The Highway
I was driving home late last night on the dark winter highway. The car’s headlights were cast out like fishing nets, capturing a large v-shaped portion of the road as it quickly passed under the front of the car. Random scattered thoughts sifting through my fatigued mind. Warm air trickling from the tilted vent on the left hand side of the steering wheel. Ice crystals forming in the bottom corner of the window where the condensation always forms. A heavy nostalgic feeling aching in the pit of my stomach. The feeling of time giving and pulling these moments away and emptying them of lasting substance. Everything feels so real and at the same time so unreal.
Tags: bipolar, bipolar disorder, manic depression
