Memoirs Of A Crying Darling

Wild Drive

I've been told that people have propensity to choose the alternative that is safer, and, I am far from that. I am murderous , highly toxic, with a dose of 'I'll drive you manic and crazy,' but you'll find yourself still thinking about me some day out of the blue. Even when I am gone. I know I am not secure. I know I am a ticking bomb waiting to burst. I know I am sometimes the brakes that don't always work, leading to the crash that's unavoidable. I'm the leading wheel that will take you to all the wrong places, or maybe, maybe I am the hole in your tires, stopping you from getting to where you were heading. Hell, I'm even the fracture in your windows during the middle of winter, with the chilly breeze that makes your hands too cold to focus on what's in front of you, or the grimy back view mirror that prevents you from seeing clearly. I am flawed. I am a wild ride. I will bewilder you without whiskey or vodka, but you know what? I am one hell of a ride. I am sure worth the drive.