Woes of a Driving Addict

It's late at night and I've just gotten home after spending a lovely day with Dave and also had to smooth things over with my nan. I've hopped into bed and turned on my iPod hoping to relax. Wrong.

I began to listen to a track called 'Dancing' from the ID Soundtrack and immediately an intense feeling of longing to drive overtook my whole body. My mind flashed back to the sweet times when I was in Perth and drove my sweet boyfriend's car. The way the steering wheel felt when I gripped it with both my hands, being in control of a big vehicle. The rush I felt when I was driving on the freeways on my way to Uni and being totally aware of my surroundings. That feeling just immersed itself and swam and pumped through the blood in my veins tonight while I heard that song play on my iPod nano and I was lost in its melody. I went back to the mix playlist I had created for when I drove back in Perth, played it and I gripped my blanket. I need to drive. It's not a want. It's a need. Being here in Singapore is suffocating my driving instincts and I'm starving. The road is calling out to me for me to pound rubber tyres onto it, because that's what the road was made for. To be ridden on with a vehicle, to be driven by me.

It's a funny feeling, to be feeling this way right at this point in time, for this is the kind of feeling I needed for my uni work, it's like my muse was calling me. I can't seem to stop writing now, I have too much I wish to say but I think I've just explained the way I've been feeling in the previous paragraph. I still want to type madly, like a starved woman being offered a feast and gobbling it down with fervour, however in this case, with the typing of words on a keyboard on a computer.

I continue to listen to the mix and the longing for wanting to drive still courses through my very veins. The intensity with which I drive, the concentration and the intent, all of it beckons me. It calls my name, wishing for me to get back onto the roads. I wish to answer its call, but I am unable to, but like, I suppose, a mermaid, my voice has been captured by an evil sea creature, intent on destroying my heart's desires. I'm no little mermaid, but somehow, that's how it feels. Oh well.

I shall continue to dream my little dream. I have shared a vision with my love today and that is one happiness I must grant myself today, despite of my longing to drive. Tomorrow is another day of happiness. I am looking forward to it, so I pray that this longing will subside for now. I think I have exhausted my muse for tonight, but I am sure it will emerge again when I listen to the songs again. Perhaps for another piece of literary work, I bid thee to help me when I need its writing pulse.

I bid all a goodnight, for tonight.