..closing time.. the oncoming impending silently awaiting traffic stretching ahead too far... too long... too wide... ..parting time.. and a time to slip slowly into the eternity of a ride. sigh i'm always right here watching you from the side... before i knew it---- rush hour it was like the traffic was staring at me all this time and i don't know but it is trying to say something and i don't care but i've always known what it is whatever is beyond in front of me i really don't want to reach it... everything is moving around and around well around me so blindingly quick but here i am, standing still---- ..red light.. i see so many stuck going in circles in circles in circles in circles in repeat in repeat so tediously i saw memories in a brightly flashing light first came smiles then came laughter then there were bottles i don't even know which ones and more and more bottles next came giggles and whispers and other voices sweet nothings that somehow were never really nothing slowly turning bitter quickly becoming swill ..yellow light.. i saw memories in quickly fading beams screams yes, i saw screams i couldn't tell if it was me shouting in your face or you wailing for help then pain i don't know how but they were visible pains burning pain screeching pain no idea how but they were real how you ached then i'd ache then you'd regret and i'd be frustrated et cetera yours? mine? painful nonetheless... ..hazard.. i saw you just there so close within reach yet so far beyond mine just there... staring expectantly and either i will follow you or leave you alone------ fade in then fast forward ..green light.. and the traffic rolls in like the first second in oncoming eternity traffic like crawling footsteps tip then tap then *** then tat one by one by two then and to like falling rain and i'm just certain where it's all headed down the drain first a drizzle then a storm a hail a welcome? it's always been there and never waiting to move... just waiting for me. ..step.. just one ..step.. then another ..step.. and our memories and our regrets and our hurts yes, every single one all around me----- ..one way street.. the traffic stretching all in front of me so slowly but all together so instantly it sunk in... there was never a destination just a long long long wait ..tire screeches..
just an abstract----challenge (traffic) by Anne Scintilla i really have no idea what this is about, make of it what you will