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I have got this  idea, a stupid wish, a nonsensical desire of being in a car accident. Hear me, I want you to. I prefer to be in the backseat, seat belt on, and a frequent mannerism of looking down, in front on the driver's dashboard. I do that, I always want to know the speed and how fast the others outside this space of metal and cushion. I don't want to be the driver, knowing myself, I would not get myself into one. I am a safe ***** that is all. Then, here goes nothing - I want the car to crash. I still haven't made my mind on where or what are we going to crash. Maybe a wall. Maybe another car. Maybe a post. I want it to be something solid, but not alive. Trees are the exceptions. I want the car to kiss that solid thing, head on. I don't want the pain that may come along, I don't want to call it a near death experience, I want that instant where - everything seems unreal or too real my head would not be able to understand. I want that portion of time where I decide do I close my eyes or not, that moment that I will have my life question itself. And I don't wish death I don't wish to live, either. Just that moment, where I could think how instantaneous life can be. I want that tick of the clock the clashing of realities and dimensions.. I want that moment, I need to feel that moment of being just between death and life where everything doesn't matter anymore, but I still know they exist. I have this stupid idea, nothing so important, nothing so surreal but to wish this is the demand I am willing to pursue.
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
Purgatory
I have got this  idea, a stupid wish, a nonsensical desire of being in a car accident. Hear me, I want you to. I prefer to be in the backseat, seat belt on, and a frequent mannerism of looking down, in front on the driver's dashboard. I do that, I always want to know the speed and how fast the others outside this space of metal and cushion. I don't want to be the driver, knowing myself, I would not get myself into one. I am a safe ***** that is all. Then, here goes nothing - I want the car to crash. I still haven't made my mind on where or what are we going to crash. Maybe a wall. Maybe another car. Maybe a post. I want it to be something solid, but not alive. Trees are the exceptions. I want the car to kiss that solid thing, head on. I don't want the pain that may come along, I don't want to call it a near death experience, I want that instant where - everything seems unreal or too real my head would not be able to understand. I want that portion of time where I decide do I close my eyes or not, that moment that I will have my life question itself. And I don't wish death I don't wish to live, either. Just that moment, where I could think how instantaneous life can be. I want that tick of the clock the clashing of realities and dimensions.. I want that moment, I need to feel that moment of being just between death and life where everything doesn't matter anymore, but I still know they exist. I have this stupid idea, nothing so important, nothing so surreal but to wish this is the demand I am willing to pursue.
here goes nothing /// just needed to let this out not really sure if I gave this poetic justice but what the hell
qua-patet-orbis
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
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