one breath closer

At five in the morning, colors seem to bleed.
The broken white lines blur.
the soft melodies and sound of the hard air conditioning blew hard in my face. My eardrums pounded.
Venturing over the mountain I watched the pink clouds turn orange. Yellow. White.
The warm energy coursed through my veins as I took the drive towards my future.
Inhale.
Take it all in. Hold it all in.
Eyelids flutter.
With a long exhaled breath, a stream of fog appears on the windsheild.
Another day.
Another dollar lost.
One breathe closer.