Maybe next time I can think with my head and not my ass

"Ok, just take a deep breath", I tell my self "everything will be better once you do", I add... It's not, things aren't better. My hand shakes as I reach up to rest my head. It's not better. The questions begin to race through me head, why did I go through with this? I'm sitting in some random parking lot across from a rundown hotel in some small B.C. town, the halfway point in a trip that is not going nearly as smoothly as it should have. I'm alone in a area that would not normally bother me, doing something that has always allowed me to relax and yet I feel a strong fear inside. A fear that might only be silenced by the familiar voice of a friend or loved one. Nothing to hear but cars as they roll on past, off to do what ever one does in a small town such as this. No nothing for me here but more time to think, to worry and so I move on.
The Destroyer of Worlds
(So I lied, but I couldn't help but to write)