You drive and you drive and you drive.
You see the shapes flitting across your windows.
You don’t feel your body but it moves in perfect coordination.
Foot, brake, hand gear, foot accelerator, eyes, rear view, foot clutch. You glide through the traffic jam.
Foot, brake, hand, foot, eyes, arms, steering whee.l
You glide.
Shapes flitting across your windows.
Your heart breaks inside of you, shatters in ways more dramatic than two long lost brothers in a bollywood movie who find out they love the same woman, who ends up being lesbian and hooking up with their long lost sister.
Contracts within your chest, tightening around itself, trying to make its self smaller.
You don’t like the drama, but what the hell are you supposed to do, you’re a superstar right now. You are evanescence in all her tragic glory.
Contemplate the physical sensations of emotional pain.
Contemplate driving off the bridge.
Contemplate driving into another car.
Contemplate driving off into oblivion.
Contemplate the transience of your neurotransmitter levels.
Contemplate your carbon emissions because that is way more long term than your little mood swings.
