Well hello old friend, its been a while but I see you have decided its time to return.

I would rather the first hello again wasnt when I was driving alone, in the fog and rain, hard to focus, pulling over isnt always an option. I dont know why you have returned, I assume the old comforts are more reassuring then the strange cold unknown.

As the road ahead of me faded into thick mud, the land around me flat and empty, the shapes of birds low to the ground, their wings large, and so still as they glided through, disturbing the landscape. The sound of traffic fading to nothing but white noise, the music just a soft lullaby, the ground soft against the wheels, progress slow, I felt empty yet the tears started to fall

I should say you are not welcome, but I simply cannot, as you take my mind to a safe place, well maybe not when I am driving. There needs to be moments I need all working on a normal level, but that aside.

I know my mind may have taken a moment, upon which you filled that gap. A moment and a reminder that I am still a long way to be where I want to be, as life takes me down a path I had never even dreamed of.

I should thank you for getting me through as time then becomes nothing. Yet I know this feeling isn’t allowed, what is though? I dont know any more, so I am just going to go with whatever keeps me safest

I am not afraid