Driving down the highway

driving down the highway with nothing but my sanity

barely clinging to reality

staring in my vanity chasing after clarity

wondering when the sky will descend on me in our twisted perception of reality
searching for threads to hold on to morality,

morality swirling in a half empty glass of wine. Tear stains in my veins but surly I'll remain if they need me to.

im only here if they want me to be.

so to keep myself living for my nightmare you can find me driving down the highway past all of the white noise trying to find the life force of those willing to live for the sake of living. To find a way to cure my nihilistic vision.

Im not sure of this life im living.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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