A/N: Long journeys give us time to reflect. This time, it was New York.

800 Miles

800 miles to fall from grace

To learn my lesson, take my place

To change my heart and hide my face

800 miles, my eternal race

600 minutes to survive

To reach to goal for which I strive

To keep control of the power and drive

600 minutes to stay alive

And God, it’s hard

To sit here

Silent

As thought I’m all but dead

And I’m tired

Of all the shit here

Torment

Spinning inside my head

2 full days, it’s over now

But when they’re done. What then?

2 days after the journey ends

2 days before it starts again

800 miles, been here before

I’ve opened the unentered door

Why do I feel like such a whore?

800 miles, no more

No more.