I want to thank the desert for holding me.
For taking me in on those reckless Friday afternoons where I didn't know where I'd land, but I had to go.
For keeping me safe as I pressed the pedal to the metal to get back to you.
As "In Time" by PeaceTreaty blared through my blown-out speakers and my clip-in extensions ripped through the wind of my rolled down windows.
I don't know why I kept coming back.
I guess it's because my standard of home was dry and barren too.
But your warmth... Empty, but warm... felt like me.
I know you expected nothing in return, but the tears I cried on the 10 could've turned your dust into a jungle.
Forgive me for wailing harder than your coyotes on the full moon, but anyone could see the pain in my eyes.
I was looking for myself out there.
Your silence made it so I could hear again.
Your stillness made it so I could listen.
I was running, but you wouldn't let me hide.
