Being that we belong to the same sky, we certainly will encounter each other often despite proceeding on our separate paths, pretending that we have never before witnessed those eyes and glimpses.
quickly the fire truck jumps from its station clamoring into traffic disrupting its flow like a boulder sat in water the cars swerve and collect on the side of the road only to soon return to their stream the casual chaos continues and I wonder what it’s like to be able to go about routine when tragedy is occurring just up the river