Saturday, August 24, 2013

The bus stop

A long sparkling river of cars streams from a trapdoor in the sun, a blinding metal mirage of hope and hopelessness.

The sky is a burning lake. I breathe water.

My soul is sweating. My scalp is on fire.

Time has become endless, warped into meaningless digital numbers on my cell phone. Eternity passes in a second.

Space has narrowed down to this: I will never leave this spot. I am not really where I am.

The universe has shifted.  I am stuck here on the side of the road, under the hot sun, waiting for the next crowded smelly space ship to arrive.

I don't know where I'm going.







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