Truck Stop

I sit and think the truck stop café of my mind…

I think I need a change of weather
I want to feel the soft skin on my hands crack and bleed from the cold breeze
I want the feeling of a scratchy sweater on my moist skin
I need to feel the weight of mutable blankets on my bed pressing my body into a cocoon position
These are some of the things that make me feel alive

I miss the feeling of time pass
Stop this purgatory life I am living