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Starting to Question Reality in a Haunted Auto Shop
I crawl out of the wreckage
after talking to myself
about the troubles I am having
with my debt and bills to pay.
I dig myself out
my headaches taking hold
and threatening to blow my eyeballs out.
(And then I start to realize...)
I am stuck in the middle of nowhere
in a shop run by ghosts
and they won’t let me go free.
I stop envisioning
the woman who stopped talking to me
and I realize that I can’t go anywhere wherever she is.
Then I touch the counter
and I realize how dusty it is
but I don’t see any dust on my fingers
(And then I start to contemplate…)
What if I am not living?
What if I am wasting time
on the things making me dead on the inside?
I wander around this dead auto shop
and see the wrecked metal shell that was my car
and the wrecked driver that was me.
I only see it as a tomb
for a dead shell of a guy
too busy thinking about worrying and too busy thinking about dying
than paying attention to the road.
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