The lights up ahead grow near
but never seem to coalesce
beyond vague outlines over the highway
suddenly rising out of the darkness all around—
haven promised at the end of a long night’s drive
And there’s this feeling in the air when we get there
that we’ve arrived
in a place where few roads ever go
that we belong here, where even the faces are blurred
and it really wasn’t all just a trick of the light
and these voices around us melt together into one long-winded magic spell
that saps away our vision, turns it dark at the edges
because who needs to see clearly?
What else is there to look at but this?
Slowly starting to increase my time each day writing. Hard to believe I was ever getting 1,000+ words done a day. Gotta get back to that eventually!