another thought from the early morning

being alone is carrying two sets of keys because you are holding on to one for someone else and that someone else is far oh so far above the skyline that you are looking at as you spiral downdownwards in a car that you have only driven once before and everything feels too spacious too empty there nothing behind you and darkness ahead of you and you are on a highway that splinters you are on a one lane highway one narrow lane far far away from the land you grew up from and even farther away from the land you are going to

everything is too much to bear and enough. enough for you to drive home to an empty house with an empty clock and forty five minutes of silence before the day begins.