the asphalt was unlevel, the steps in my path divided, my own two feet played against one another.
the grass is greener on the left.
the grass is gone on the right.
cars continued on, the inconsistent studders in my step scaring them to the other lanes;
the inane ability to see life lose its value formed, the heart in totality from all hearts, to have darkness in day...
the grass was greener on the left.
she asked if i really am surrounded by that much toxicity as she contaminated my conscious