Melancholy Me

Displaced thoughts as my car travels down the four-lane highway to the place I call home.  Gas, blinker, brake, windshield wipers, I'm just going through the motions.  But what's new, isn't that what I've been doing all along?  Playing pretend, saying I love you, finding it impossible to love what I never knew.  Raindrops splinter across my windshield in all kinds of fantastic patterns, making me wish I was weightless and could travel up to where they come from just to see how they live before colliding with these cold, emotionless streets.

That day, riding in your car, driving so fast in the middle of a rainstorm, I thought that I may quite possibly die.  Swerving around corners on streets you knew from another life, telling me to calm down, you grew up driving in this sort of weather.  Just the way I laughed when you drove like a geriatric person in the snow.  It's simply what you know, and it's how comfortable you are with what you know and what you don't know. 

I'm not afraid to admit I have a lot to learn.  I learned from you, and you from me, and that's alright and that's okay.  I'm here now and I'm happy, happier than before, but different.  Changed, evolved, blossomed, maybe a little withdrawn but that's a good thing.  I'm still so young, there's still so much out there to be grasped and understood and grappled with... rain, rain, go away, you make the thoughts in my head race.