Note: It feels like this wanted to come out for a while and my roleplayer friend, BJ’s short piece of writing became the trigger last night. Thanks.

Recommended song: Schiller feat. Colbie Caillat – You.

On the Road

The morning breeze played with her hair as she hurried down the street. She was alone – everyone else was still sleeping in this early hour. The bell in the tower she just passed tolled, making the chirping birds aware of what they already knew: the slow approach of the morning.

In a minute she was on the road once again. Driving her old truck she propped her elbow on the windowsill, running her slender fingers through her hair. The road stretched in front of her like a long black stripe that led to who-knows-where. It filled her with excitement. A new day, a new adventure. She left last night’s happenings behind her like so many times before. She’s always been a runner. She didn’t know how to handle the mornings. She preferred to sneak out and leave them behind. Leave everything behind that happened during those nights. Only the few photographs remained that she took with her camera. Some of those were shattered in her truck. Mementos of her passing youth, her wildness and her emotions.

She didn’t belong to anyone. She never did. She never felt that all-consuming kind of love. There was lust, there was sex, there was passion, but not love. Just loving the idea of love. There hasn’t been anyone who cold meet her expectations in this field. Even when she thought that this time… this time it could work out and that actual person was the ‘right’ one she realized sooner or later that she was wrong. So she just left with the first light of the morning.

She loved this time of the day. Everything seemed new, innocent, fresh, and there was no trace of the pollution of everyday life that burdened each day with tons of weight by the time the light gave way to the darkness. It was pure as much as possible. She liked to feel this in her bones, making her goose bumped like a teenage girl each time she thought about this. She felt connected with the dawn, the sneaking away and with the early birds that sang her song to make her get out of the actual partner’s bed and hit the road, driving into the unknown.

She put her sunglasses on and took a drag from the smoke she lit meanwhile, the soft baritone of the singer on the radio lulling her senses as she drove up on a smaller hill, the cool summer breeze bringing a smile on her face. She already knew that later on it’ll be a hot day that she will probably spend sleeping in a cheap motel room’s half-light just to go and search for a party and a partner to kill time with that night. It was her life and she liked it. She was free like a bird. She rubbed the swallow tattoos on her chest and took another drag. She was like those birds, on the way when winter neared.

Her winter was emotional and financial attachments. She was kinda like those hippies she heard about and met once. She even lived in a commune with them for a little while. She enjoyed it, but they were not exactly her world. She was different. In so many unnamable ways. She was still in the process of getting to know herself. She knew it would last for a lifetime, like for most people, but she was up to the challenge.

Even while doing so she tried to remain true to herself and her values. No one could put a shackle on her free being. She made stops like the one she was about to make as she got off the dusty road to park in front of an old diner to have breakfast. She knew she will have countless of those – sometimes bumpy – stops in her life, but she was prepared for them and for the surprises that they might bring for her. She was wide open to whatever the world might offer to her. The world she was just getting to know. The world that gave home for her with its endless highways, cities and people. Maybe one day she will arrive to a stop to revaluate her life up to that point and find whatever she’s been searching for without being aware of it.

She was on the road again…

By: Useless-girl

01/03/2013

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