I’ve hit a wall. I sit there in my car, eyes red from the illuminated dashboard. The tie hangs loosely around my neck, but I feel constricted. Smoke bubbles up inside of me, it rises and seeps out from under the hood. The engine is cold and so am I. I’ve been up all night, and I’ve been stuck for longer than that. I can’t get myself out of this rut. I feel boxed in, with no direction in which I can take my words. I sit there, waiting for the garage door to open.

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