Sep 2020
The stoplight turns green
though, I don't move
Hypnotized
by a falling feather
gently floating by
And just as it meets the ground
like ******* snapped in my
face
Robotically, my toe pushes the gas
and I am back,
back to simply passing by
though, I don't move
Hypnotized
by a falling feather
gently floating by
And just as it meets the ground
like ******* snapped in my
face
Robotically, my toe pushes the gas
and I am back,
back to simply passing by
I haven't written in a while, and this happened to me today and right after I recited this to myself in my head and had to write it down.
(28/F)
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