In all the cities I’ve traveled, ⠀
I feel like I’ve left ⠀
a piece of myself behind ⠀
while finding ⠀
who I really was at every exit. ⠀
I like the way the silence ⠀
rushes with the wind past my face ⠀
or how I lose feeling in my fingers ⠀
when I hold them out to the open air. ⠀
I empty my mind ⠀
somewhere on a highway, ⠀
letting the thoughts drift ⠀
and fill space around me.