Somewhere

I went somewhere tonight. I wish I hadn't. I really didn't like being there at all.

I drove there, which should have been exciting, but it wasn't because I knew I was going there. I was tense the entire drive down. Isn't it incredible how buildings, mere buildings can invoke emotion? How signs can make you shudder? How boats can make you wish you didn't have to take that turn? I won't ever go back, not if I can help it, that much is for certain. But I did go back tonight. Once I got there, I was walking around repeating to myself, "What am I doing here?", "I hate it here." "Get me out of here." but of course, I was still there. I sat in one spot and wished for the night to be over. I looked around me. I hated. I smiled. I pitied. I moaned. I laughed. I despised. I stared. I felt. And then, I came home. I came home.

I went somewhere tonight. I wish I hadn't. I really didn't like being there at all.