In Advance

Peter got in his car, his tank was full, he decided to take a drive. He wanted to forget he was alive, get away from everything, he went slow, took a drive down interstate 8. His favorite album on repeat, it never got old, he could see her face, and no matter how far he drove, he could never leave her behind, her face glowed, in his mind, she grew like mold. He watched the sun set, the moon rose, he watched the moon set, the sun came up, like a pot of gold. He burned his sorrow, he burned his expectations, he burned his happiness, he burned his dreams. He followed, he learned, he watched, and he sang. The horizon was flat, dry, and forgotten, just like peters heart, just like everything that he was. He rolled down his windows, stuck his head out, opened his mouth and caught a few insects, this was life, this was heaven, this was eternity, this was hell. Peter forgot where he was going, he drove on, he chased the lines on the highway, he could never catch them... The ultimate goal, the final destination... Nowhere.