RIP car. too fast too fast too fast lets hold hands and freeze frame the world talk like kids or old people until our lids feel heavy his car died, to be fair it's been dying for a while but still ...january wasnt yesterday, marriages and births, don't know any teenagers, my hair is long and i've grown a belly everybody feels old or young and no one feels in between i'll miss that stupid car. everything's finishing up or starting and i'd just like to savor one day sip my coffee and say something like, it's still only 11? circumstances are suffocating. i'm discovering patience is like bravery-- lots of pretense and acting in complete contradiction to how you feel because it's the right thing to do, the brave thing to do, the patient way. he's the only other person i know that understands 'despite myself' we're both very small creatures trying to stretch out the little we have ... and i'll miss that stupid car that stupid stupid car that had no regard for family travel or work requirements or long distances stupid impractical unburdened little car
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