its raining outside my room and inside my head

I drove for miles today, but I could not escape myself. It's like I wanted every inch of pavement to unbind at least one molecule of my flesh, so that if I just kept driving, then slowly I would peel away and only spirit would eventually be left.

When I was younger, my dad made gave me the refrigerator box and inside I made my home. I would have kept it forever, except cardboard houses get soggy in the rain.


I wish that escaping were easier.