Driving 140 in a 100, swerving in and out of the dead motorists, stuck in their zombie trance. Thinking about hitting the cement median for nothing but the hell of it. Blurry eyed, tear stained, thinking about flying to where the pain doesn't feel like pain at all, but like freedom or satisfaction or finality.
Blackberry's out the window, projectile-like electronic missile flies across 4 lanes, ending with a shatter and bounce, battery and plastic scattered everywhere but I relish in the fact that the tie to him is almost gone, realization that its impossible love, not in the romantic sense but in the truly impossible sense, like he will never love you sense, or he will never leave his perfect wife sense. Heartbroken still, but like an addict going cold turkey. I toil in the illness alone, not needing, not feeling or being.
Land of no contact, land of driving to my forever destination, to find the one that got away.
Blackberry's out the window, projectile-like electronic missile flies across 4 lanes, ending with a shatter and bounce, battery and plastic scattered everywhere but I relish in the fact that the tie to him is almost gone, realization that its impossible love, not in the romantic sense but in the truly impossible sense, like he will never love you sense, or he will never leave his perfect wife sense. Heartbroken still, but like an addict going cold turkey. I toil in the illness alone, not needing, not feeling or being.
Land of no contact, land of driving to my forever destination, to find the one that got away.