Bag of Sorrows

Another morning... I let the long drive take away all the masks and while the wind plays with my hair I let all the tears out. Singing along the songs playing on the radio out loud I try so hard to silence the voices in my head and keep on driving. If not the street lights I would go on speeding until I either flew above all these puddles of pain or finally crush into one.

I park the car, wipe off my tears and get out leaving the giant bag of sorrows inside. It’s too heavy to carry with me and I’m afraid that at any point it just might open up. Well, now we wouldn’t want that to happen, would we?