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. Sluggish, my eyes barely focus, headlights seem faint through this cracked windshield in heavy traffic, bending lanes with detour signs collecting travelers like gas station snow globes, displayed in between blurred white lines Monstrous *** holes shake me awake from the thoughts crawling deep within a weary mind, a casualty of a night to forget which will not soon be forgotten as digital numbers, glaring red catch my eye and I see . . . 5:38 am Darkness instantly engulfs the cab of this truck, dash lights cringe and flash hypnotically, out of round tires draw skid marks on a lonely winding pavement As my feet fall through the floor boards, scraping on glass shard encrusted asphalt bleeding beyond the speed limit White knuckles grip the wheel while doors become giant guillotines, slashing at faux leather seats, exposing rancid foam leaking battery acid on the engine’s severed heads Everything begins to spin, losing control, as I finally screech to a halt at a stubborn traffic light When I glance to my right and I see her, singing along with her radio, more beautiful than any song I’ve ever heard She notices me staring and smiles, then rolls down her window and blows me a kiss, I roll down mine as she points to a little coffee shop and says, “Care to join me?”  I nod in agreement I once again catch a glimpse of the clock . . . 5:39 am, but suddenly time no longer matters
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
5:38 am . . . (Time no longer matters)
. Sluggish, my eyes barely focus, headlights seem faint through this cracked windshield in heavy traffic, bending lanes with detour signs collecting travelers like gas station snow globes, displayed in between blurred white lines Monstrous *** holes shake me awake from the thoughts crawling deep within a weary mind, a casualty of a night to forget which will not soon be forgotten as digital numbers, glaring red catch my eye and I see . . . 5:38 am Darkness instantly engulfs the cab of this truck, dash lights cringe and flash hypnotically, out of round tires draw skid marks on a lonely winding pavement As my feet fall through the floor boards, scraping on glass shard encrusted asphalt bleeding beyond the speed limit White knuckles grip the wheel while doors become giant guillotines, slashing at faux leather seats, exposing rancid foam leaking battery acid on the engine’s severed heads Everything begins to spin, losing control, as I finally screech to a halt at a stubborn traffic light When I glance to my right and I see her, singing along with her radio, more beautiful than any song I’ve ever heard She notices me staring and smiles, then rolls down her window and blows me a kiss, I roll down mine as she points to a little coffee shop and says, “Care to join me?”  I nod in agreement I once again catch a glimpse of the clock . . . 5:39 am, but suddenly time no longer matters
I know most won't even understand what this means, but I needed to face this and try to write it out of me. Thank you for reading.
Stephank
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
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