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So yea, I've mentioned it before, but I mention it again.
I love driving. For some reson, I relax driving. The guilt and unbearable anxiety can't keep up when I'm behind the wheel. Especially on nights like tonight.
An eagle-claw moon hung low in the sky, caressed gently by high cold clouds. I took the back roads home, as many gleaming pairs of eyes noted my passing from the shadows along the side of the road.
It's a fluid thing, this driving. Active rather than reactive. Something I have control over, which lately feels increaseingly more difficult to find.

"Control, control; you must have control." Well, I have a desire for it in spades, however, the actuality of it is that I don't have control over much at all. I do, but at the same time, I feel like I don't.
Hrrm.
*Sigh*
Oh well. Tomorrow is coming much too quickly. Many things, I fear, shall unfold...
Goodnight, monkeys and marmosets.

- K.