Service Road, Local Roads

one of my favorite sights in the world right now is the sign that signals I am one turn away from the place I lay my head

service road
local roads

it is not home but it is a place where i can heal a little bit, allow myself to hurt a little bit, a place where for the three months i'll be here has been exactly what i need. Nothing. 

service road
local roads

and then an arrow that i like to pretend is pointing towards new beginnings.

service road
local roads

i am not a world traveler, in fact I'm pretty much a one long road traveler, but i hold thousands of other peoples stories in my head so it is not a surprise to me that this odd place, this strange in between, holds a place in my story.

service road
local roads

there is little love for myself here, i am doing what i have to do, nothing more. i have been hard on myself here
i might be making a change

service road
local roads

i have some control back, so there is love for this place, as temporary and odd as it is. i hold thousands of stories in my head tragedies, joys, losses too painful to fathom, and secrets.

service road
local roads

i'm a voyeur living my current life in complete shadow, behind a name-tag you don't read and some white gloves. you tell me everything. so how could i not believe that on the line graph of life it could plummet or shoot up at any second.

service road
local roads

so i breathe a sigh of relief when i see the sign and the arrows pointing towards my not home. i have a place to lay my head. i have a place to think about where i go next. 

in 1.5 miles turn left
turn left

i look forward to going somewhere else better, more creative, i look forward to the hours of mediation done here paying off. the hard lessons being ingrained in me. 

i'd like to be a part in a person's collections of stories

in 1000 feet your destination will be on the right