The Edge

Spiraling.

I’m spiraling and I can’t stop.

I can’t stop searching for what I need.

It’s never enough.

Fuck.

It’s never enough.

I roll down my car window

and let the fresh air whip around the metal walls.

It’s overwhelming,

but damn,

does the fresh air feel nice.

It’s distracting,

if only for a minute or two,

from my goal of this drive:

to find the stopper to my madness--

my downward dive--

so out of control.

I can feel myself spiraling.