i drove 154 miles this week.
It's April and the rain seems to be depicting my sensations.
i think it to be crazy to feel so alone in a world full of people.
Billions.
Maybe I am crazy.

I may have met them all, but I have known no one
except for the conscience of myself
a friendly foe.
because the truth is:
we are prisoners of our own minds.

and i am locked behind bars in the mindset of my own
attempting to escape the walls
i reach through into the reality and grasp the key
between my fingers
cold
i have the power
in my fingers i hold it to tightly
only to loosen the grip and let it go

they fall to the floor
i fall to the floor

A single person rarely asks me how my day is going,
for the image of which the strangers look is far too peculiar
weird
strange
and simply not worth the waste of breath.
A human being may take around 25,000 breaths per day
without even a slight consideration in the energy inside
and instead the energy around them
kinetic in communication
yet abstracted in my own perception
through the rearview
of the car
of which I drive
the miles
154 this very week
the infamous streets of the city
so sullen
yet so brilliant
illuminated

so i drive
and do not speak a word
besides "hello" in the beginning
and "have a nice day"
in the end
because these people I shall never meet again
a nice day
one with laughter I hope
so much for these people

and I hope that they will see the world
and learn so much about so much
about themselves
like I have
and have not

the wisest man i met was on the subway
around 4 am
i took this time for myself
and took a trip to the underworld
because sometimes the world's most incredible treasures and truths are the ones we can't see
intangible

like a song
so many yet to discover
to create
let me tell you about my favorite

I started gauging my drives in the number of songs rather than the number of miles