I sat at home feeling trapped. These walls felt like anxiety and containment instead of comfort and peace.
I got in my car and I drove. To where, I had no idea. I had no destination and no where to be.
I drove with the windows down letting the warm evening air tear through my hair, leaving my short locks tangled and wild.
I turned the music up loud enough to drown out every thought in my head. They couldn't scream louder than the music and I took comfort in that.
I drove far away from home watching as the tall buildings and shopping centers lessened until there were no more.
I drove until the crowded roads thinned out as the cars around me were fewer and fewer.
I drove and watched as the evening sky turned from a pale blue to shades of orange, red and purple.
I drove until the houses around me turned into nothing but fields and farmland.
I drove until I had no idea where I was and then I kept going.
I drove until I could see nothing around me but darkness and stars. I let that darkness wash over me, let it envelope me wholly.
Some people don't like the night but I do. The dark, star filled sky feels like home more than my own home does sometimes. I feel free instead of trapped in my own skin.
I don't have to smile in the dark. I don't have to think of things to say in the dark. I don't have to pretend in the dark. In the dark, I can just be myself, even when who I am feels heavier and darker than the blackest night sky.