Fatigue.
I have a secret.
I hold it, I wait for everyone to come to me.
I wait and I hold it.
Today, like every other day, I’m exhausted from waiting.
It’s gray outside, a sign of February, a reminder I am across the country, two whole driving days away from my mother who’s in bed, from my brothers.
The blood from the source.
I won’t feel better until I’m behind the wheel, my whole life packed into a two seater, my man, and the deserted United States, the rocky mountains and nomanslands where there’s no water and no gasoline.
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