Therapy

Sometimes, really late at night, I drive. Sure, there are a couple routes I frequent, but never to anywhere in particular. Start the car and go. I'm not really sure why I do it. I did more frequently in previous months, but the urges still come and go. On some occasions I feel like an adventurer. Exploring the unknown roads to a soundtrack of my choosing. Other times, it feels like I'm running. Away from what, I remain unsure. Either way, I like to think. Solve problems. The car is my couch and the road is my therapist. Haven't lost my mind yet.