3 AM

I contemplate aligning my feet to these streets Tiptoeing across the dashed white tar Following that line of blurred headlights, Humming softly and distantly, Alone in the bitter darkness of the early morning Because I know, these roads, Lead me to a place I don’t care to dream of, And the vastness consumes the whites … More 3 AM

Escape by Tessa Hawley

Escape These wobbly roads That carry only the sweetest thoughts Of star-gazers and golden tales Glowing against the crackling flames Burned into the charred wood Carved into silent creeks But crushed under the weight Of a small town With big dreams.