Look Both Ways Before Crossing the Street by Winston Lee & Enigmuse
Thoughts: they careen through my head like cars in the midst of rush hour. I search for one car in particular. My head is the foundation
of an unconstructed civilization, and I find myself to be a tourist in the depths of my own mind. I know all too well how easy it is for others to get lost
in the enigmatic chaos that is my head but I won’t lose you. I am nothing, compared to the blinding lights and insistent, blaring sounds, all warring for your attention.
I wander the streets with the sad, distant thought that maybe I’ll glance up and find your headlights slicing through the grey overcast. I’d even settle
for the looming red glow of your pretty, quiet tail lights. But I know you’re long gone and your lights are long out. The sad and beautiful part about
my mind is that I’m trapped here. And I believe I’d still be searching for you, even if I didn’t want to. I’m am a slave to my own thoughts, I am in love
with my mind’s creations. And while I’m well aware that you are but a figment of my infinite imagination, I will do everything I can to continue to believe in you.
I am merely a second of time, while you’re the hours the days and the weeks; I am only for a moment and you seem like an eternity. The people I pass on the street
know something I don’t - everyone seems to have figured out how to live with their demons, while mine like to play keep-away with my sanity. They look a lot like
you. Every time you cross my mind it sounds a lot like contorting metal and the shrieks of pedestrians. I suppose we’ve got a lot in common with a car crash.