cars and such

i walked a long that very road, callous and alone. tormented by the demons in my head, i created a metaphor roaming amongst the dribble that was my soul. I countered it a blessing in disguise that day as the car slammed into my body, crushed into a perfect representation of dystopia. I can still remember the moment, like breathing. Silent and defiant, it was not a goal of mine to pass the baton, but surely now as the opportunity arose the moment didn't pass me by. Nay, i would not refuse such a chance.

so i stood there bewildered, and shocked as the line began to blur. All around me fading into upon itself, like a bad movie replayed over and over in a mish-mash mattane. everywhere there were things pointing to the obvious, trully and defined. So i started to believe all the figures and facts like a blind rat to the slaughter. Surely enough, down came the gilloutine, passing judgement, taking away all that was mine. But truly, it wasn't. It was just what i had decided arbitrarily was and therefore I had allowed it to come upon me like excess baggage, and was weighing me down. slowly I began to thank every moving thing for the moment before me.

thats when i realised something so obvious, it amazed me. Something so simple, something so pure. That road i walked along? Was only a term. That car i stepped in front of? Only a vision, a diversion. that gilloutine? Only a tool for an end. It was all a dream.