Everyday

May 2, 2017
By Anonymous

Driving.
One hand gripping the wheel.
Other positioned with the elbow resting while the forearm suspends itself with fingers gripping at hollow emptiness in the passenger seat.
Thinking.
The surface of appearance focused on the task at hand.
The depth of consciousness sinking from the pointlessness and stupidness of That Hand’s stupid and pointless desires, while eventually flowing down into the emptiness of the Other Hand. So wasted and unfulfilled with the Other Hand’s phoniness and how it’s given up on the dream for the short term stimulation of
Parking.
Walking.
Talking.
Walking.
Driving.
The Body continues to its feeble placeholder while the mind drifts elsewhere.



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