Thoughts While Driving:1
I can logically calculate that one fifth of my life is already spent. And yet... the change of the season still leaves me in awe. The snow seems misplaced and cluttered when my mind cannot accept its beauty. Snowflakes hit windshields like a barrage of bullets. Even under attack we fail to do anything but accept the steady bombardment that life has to offer. We let it all bounce off and melt into the pavement... or gradually collect.2
The lights from the car dealerships pollute the night. I cannot see the stars through the man-made sight gags. I dreamt last night of a world without machinery. The most beautiful, poignant dream I can remember.3
Sitting in an empty church parking lot for the sole reason that I am not required to be anywhere for another fifteen minutes. The novelty of solitude and a lack of direction. Nothing is left to do but breathe. ...how long has it been? I no longer notice the beauty in a single breath. The way it disappates into the night air without hesitation or reluctance. ...like letting go. like a slow, fading death.
Author notes
Hah. Written last year... and I thought it was so good at the time : P
Comments
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I love this.
You capture the feeling of wanderlust perfectly, and that's not easy. If this is what comes out when you free write, I'm eager to see what happens when you create something more calculated. Nice work.
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