There is a certain element to life which words cannot capture.
Or maybe I'm just not good enough.
But that feeling when,

You sit on the car,
As it rains outside
Engine whirring on
Showing in moonlight
The other cars honk for no reason
And you can see their unreasonable face
It is a different face, but it is a human face.
And you pause for a moment.

For a moment,
Shorter than now,
Longer than eternity,
The world stood still.
You cannot move your eyes,
You cannot feel your hands,
You forget how to think,
You remember that you exist, here and now.

And then it resumes,
The engine whirs on
The rain falls flat
The moon blissfully pale
That man still screams
Their car still moves
They are still unreasonable
They are still human

And the world moves on as if it hasn't just specifically ******* up all the existential bravery you mustered up over the past 2 weeks.
And you move on, too, as if nothing of note happened.
Until the comfort of the bed breaks down what remains of your fortifications,
As tears stream down uncontrollably.

Then the night pass, the sun rises again, and the world moves on as if nothing happened.