His Left Temporal Lobe Leaked

Chapter 11 - Driving... without a destination.

Chapter 11.
Wipers on, seatbelt on.
Both hands on the wheel.
Where am I going?

The sun is shining somewhere even when it rains. The rain is pouring somewhere even when it's sunny.
Lately I've been sitting in my vehicle or looking out my apartment window waiting for brightness to turn into darkness, because night and rainy weather is what entertains. Night and rain seems to be what I order because that weather seems to be sweeter than honey.

Driving... Never knowing when I'm arriving. Questioning how I've been surviving. Seeing the end of a cliff with water at the bottom so deep that me and my vehicle can together go diving. Sitting in this Chevy Impala during my favorite weather, writing poetry and not caring whether I'm failing or thriving. Locking myself in the car, drowning but not from water, and wondering if I'll be worth reviving.

Driving... without a destination... Parking in places using my imagination. Putting words together for myself and readers to make a chapter filled with creative creation. I don't need an audience. Yet, I love the deep audience who continuously reads through me while seeing a story behind this all with no explanation.

Time to fill up my tank. The rain is pouring hard, let me put some gas in before the streets are so flooded that I've sank. Time to go home. I know I'm about 5"6, but I've been feeling so small inside that in my world I'm as big as a garden gnome.

I've finally arrived... back to my apartment... Time to enjoy the view of downtown from the 9th floor, and start working on my next chapter.
Stay strong Luis. Stay strong everyone.