little HOUSE- little CAR
By LitOnFire
I drive by, this little shallow life. I drive by, everyone has their little house, and their little car... (all the same; no matter what brand or price tag). I am better because I drive by. I stumble upon these naive people. I too am like them in my little house, driving by (all the others) in my little car. I must fail to notice that people try to make peace with the heartless days filled with nothingness and death with a touch of happieness (here and there)... They too drive by- (unlike me...) They only see my little house and my little car and think their belittling thoughts. They are only filled with nothingness. What are we all working for? To say we are sorry- and come home to our little humble homes and our tireless, miless cars? They work so hard. Yet people are still so mean. No one wants to help. Not me, not anyone. Comforts are only illusions. Nothing, nothingness, work (very hard work...) emptieness, seclusion, hate... (maybe the world, maybe just you?) lost--afraid--...? Absolutely nowhere to go, nowhere to turn. Not impressed as I have so much time to think as I drive by my little house in my little car and realize my heart simply aches. Written October 6th, 2001 © on Oct 06 2001 12:36 PM PST 0 • 1
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