Lonesome Highway

Lonesome Highway

The night was cold and dark, even the heat came filled the truck did not seem to ease the bitter touch of the elements that swirled and turned beyond the vehicle's windows.

He could not remember the last time he had seen another vehicle or person on this road for hours now, it seemed as empty as he felt inside, the silence something that he would either find solace in or be driven mad by it.

Silence often gives you too much time to think, time to think about the mistakes you have made or to wonder if the bad things that have happened to you were deserved or not.

The silence could easily be banished, a simple flick of a switch and the radio could fill the emptiness of the truck and perhaps offer something better, but in that, there is always the risk of something being awakened

A memory triggered by a song, the music, and lyrics giving life to something that you buried deep so long ago.

The power of music is the double-edged sword that acted as either friend or foe and with little control over the times, this would happen, .no better to sit in silence and let the ghosts whisper than to let the volume of a song take you to places you do not wish to be.

This time, this place, this lonesome highway where we are taken in our hearts and minds and the outcome is never certain.