freaking out on the interstate (a.m.m.f.o)

•tumbleweed dances to the engines of cars and trucks passing by the torn down stop sign, home to graffitis made by rebels of today and artists of tomorrow. a gecko sits on a branch whispering into the ear of another something cute, i like to think, watching the roaring monsters passing by, one in particular which doesn't seem to resemble the ideal model of a stable vehicle.

•the driver regains control of it and brings it to a halt, tyres screeching, white smoke under the afternoon sun burning golden, roasting the sweat crimson off his brow which drips from his nose breathing heavy for what is a panic attack if not a sudden craving of the body for some extra oxygen?

•the interstate drowns in desolation again. geckos retreat back to their abode, the show is over, the man isn't dead. afraid? yes. tired? definitely? but not dead. not yet, at least. in between a rustle of panicked and restless breaths, he squats to the ground and his mind runs over the events to follow. the past was painful, the future is terrifying.

"fear is just a part of love/and one thing i found is love's what you deserve"

•a realization. a breakthrough. an acceptance.

•the future is terrifying.

•the future is beautiful.