My emotions were rampant and all consuming.
My breathing would be rapid and shallow.
My senses would be dulled down to the point.
My thought process would be hindered and clouded.
There would be times where I would go out and stay out.
There would be times where I would shut the world out.
There would be times where my mind played tricks on me.
There would be times where I feel I could not trust anyone.
There would be times where I wish I would just not exist.
During these times, I would do a myriad of things to keep myself occupied.
During these times, I would write, read, or go for a drive. Drives always were the best.
During these times,I could spend hours driving around my little sleepy suburbia.
During these times, I felt so small, but so worthwhile.
During these times, I felt at peace.
I always took the scenic road home.
I always hoped for the better days to come sooner.
I always looked for a sign to show I was going in the right direction.
I always listened to the sounds around me: traffic, animals, wind.
I always tried to take the back roads home.
Through these back roads I found solace.
Through these back roads I found hope.
Through these back roads I found peace.
Through these back roads I found ease.
Through these back roads, I found them.
They were beautiful, they were silent.
They were always there when I needed them.
They were there to show me hope.
They were there to make me smile.
They were there to provide light.
These Suburban Night Lights left me speechless every time,
These Suburban Night Lights left me refreshed and ready.
These Suburban Night Lights gave me a sense of safety.
These Suburban Night Lights gave me a strong sense of hope.
These Suburban Night Lights can provide the same for others.
These lights was not just electricity and bulbs, they were and will always be magic.
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