Dark, gray, dull. No scenic route here.
You’re idling your way through life, Emptiness in the passenger seat. Burned headlights, you can’t see shit.
You just missed the exit, buddy.
Meh, I’ll just get off at the next one.
Oh. ‘Highway to Hell’. Let’s take that one.
Obviously. You’re comfortable in this mess, so why let go of it? Mayhem is your safe place. Until you crash into a wall, and come back to your senses.
Emptiness is knocked out, time to get your ass out of that ride. Pull yourself together, wipe the blood & tears off your face. Walk away from that wreck, and find the way back to your true self.
Grow out of this.
About the Creator
Andie Emerson
Queer. Awkward. An anxious wreck, but firm believer in self-work.
Authenticity & progress over illusion & perfectionism.
Makes a living working in home improvement.
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