All Roads Lead
Late evening/night, Day 36
Location: Carnivale Diabolique
I tried to leave you
I really tried
I closed the book on us at least a hundred times
I wake up every morning by your side...
Fucking Excolo.
Never meant to come back here. Don't know quite when I lit out - woke up by the road west, the setting sun in my eyes and my head finally clearing, the truck idling almost to empty where I'd pulled over and fallen asleep even before shutting the engine off. Kept driving after that - going nowhere much, sleeping wherever I stopped and more often driving through the night. Just when the road twisted beneath my wheels to lead me right back here I don't know. Thought I'd won free; guess I'm a damn fool, as usual.
I'd swear it was a different backlot I pulled up on this evening, nodding out the window to a couple of familiar faces from another stint on the road, long before the Diabolique. Yet as soon as I wake from a couple of hours' exhausted sleep, the sounds of the night filtering in around me, I know just where I've ended up. Staggering down from the truck bed, stumbling as one battered boot and one metal stump hit the ground, I know it for sure.
Fucking Excolo.
[Open to carnies]
Location: Carnivale Diabolique
I tried to leave you
I really tried
I closed the book on us at least a hundred times
I wake up every morning by your side...
Fucking Excolo.
Never meant to come back here. Don't know quite when I lit out - woke up by the road west, the setting sun in my eyes and my head finally clearing, the truck idling almost to empty where I'd pulled over and fallen asleep even before shutting the engine off. Kept driving after that - going nowhere much, sleeping wherever I stopped and more often driving through the night. Just when the road twisted beneath my wheels to lead me right back here I don't know. Thought I'd won free; guess I'm a damn fool, as usual.
I'd swear it was a different backlot I pulled up on this evening, nodding out the window to a couple of familiar faces from another stint on the road, long before the Diabolique. Yet as soon as I wake from a couple of hours' exhausted sleep, the sounds of the night filtering in around me, I know just where I've ended up. Staggering down from the truck bed, stumbling as one battered boot and one metal stump hit the ground, I know it for sure.
Fucking Excolo.
[Open to carnies]