When I'm in here, there's worry, and angst about the usual shit: money, career, clutter, bills, work, dick heads, where the hell am I going, what am I doing with my life, what's the point to all of this . . . the stuff in my head that challenges my ability to sleep.
When I'm out there, it's me and the road. And after the first mile or so, the head noise disappears. And it's me and the road. And the horizon. And my tunes.
And I know that this road will take me somewhere. Destination unknown. But this direction . . . totally feels right.
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