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In the dark heart of the forest.
Winding through the hills on a narrow stretch of road, i gently apply pressure to the accelerator, making sure to stay on the speed limit. It’s so peaceful out here. No people. No houses. No other cars and no other noise can be heard but the gentle sound of the car as it travels around the bends.
It’s so, so peaceful out here. Why can’t every place be like this? My eyes are heavy, i’m tired of listening to everyone’s demands. I’m tired of trying to be someone i’m not for everyone else. I’m tired of having to convince other people that i’m worth their time. Sad really, that this is what the world has come to. Back home, everyone is probably shopping in shopping malls and eating croissants and drinking coffee in upmarket cafés and here i am turning the wheel ever so gently according to every bend in the road. I love it here though. I could sleep in my car and wind the window down and look out at the stars and just feel at peace instantly. That’s the thing you see, most people wouldn’t drive out here like me because, quite frankly they fear being alone.
Alone with their innermost thoughts. Alone in their mind. Being alone means that they have to live with themselves for a second rather than concentrating on someone else. It just goes to show how many people would rather live their life through somebody else’s. Youtube, Instagram, Snapchat we’re all just so…
