Some days as I drive up the highway I want to cut the wheel and keep on driving.
Past the exit that takes me home.
Past the familiar street signs.
Past everything and everyone I know.
I imagine myself in some small town where no one knows my name.
Where no one knows my story.
Build my walls higher and stronger to keep people out, insulate from possible pain.
“Hi My name is Sally Somebody, nice to meet you“, I would say.
“I was in a car accident and lost most of my memories.”
At least my external environment would match my internal environment.
What would it be like to just leave all of it behind….