The argument went in such a direction that I felt sick to my stomach. It was in knots as I tried to leave but you made me feel trapped in my own home. I suddenly became aware of the ceilings that once felt high but were now plotting against me. The only obstacle between me and the door was flesh and bone.. and that's all you were in that moment.
I felt nauseous.
The amount of hatred in that room was suffocating. The mis-communication and lack of understanding was almost laughable as words were shot in every direction with the intent to harm. I had to leave.
Drive. I don't know where, just drive. I'm upset and confused and every car on the dan road is against me. Why can't they just leave me alone? Is it a necessity to be driving so late at night? What is so god damn important? Are you blind?
Turn up the music. Everything is relatable. Crack a window and light a cigarette, relax. No one knows how you're feeling right now. No one can validate your emotions. Are they real? This time was different. Blind rage that was created from nothing that could be seen or heard.
I began to realize that amongst the misunderstanding I felt that I understood the most.
Sometimes I wish I didn't.
It's the most lonely feeling in the world.
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