I could drive all night. But I am too drunk. Too tired. Too slow to reach anywhere. I am even sick to some level, to what level, I cannot say. What to do with so much idle time. Where to go. No place on this earth, and I cannot escape its atmosphere. I am doomed to watch this star sprinkled sky over my head for the rest of my life. A vehicle approaches and passes by. What an event! Now, complete darkness. Complete silence. I feel like I am falling down, like my head is a million feet deep in some pit. Punch my eyes and they still won’t open. Kiss me right inside my mouth; that might effect something in me.
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