Maybe it’s “hot heads”.
Drive barefoot and bat shit with no seatbelt on.
Most wrecks happen within five miles of the destination,
Because you’re comfortable.
That’s your zone,your turf ,your territory, you know it so well and therefore… You are master.
Here, on this ground.
Maybe not out there,but these roads are MY roads.
So you speed.
You speed because you’re powerful and you’re totally in control..
(the universe may send you a patch of water)
The universe,the sky,fate, the end of your life,, your tires hit and everything slows down..
You panic.
You throw your muscle into the wheel, demanding control of these physics..but alas..
You pushed too far.
Events are already being set into motion, and you’re only making it worse..
The harder you try..
Overcorrection.
It’s ironic.
You wanted to straighten this thing out so bad..so bad that it killed you.. killed you.
Your car went off the road ,in a straightaway..no curves,no hills,no other vehicles..
Just you.
Soaring into a mature tree trunk,with no seatbelt.
And you were someone’s son.
Firstborn.
Someone’s brother.
20 minutes of CPR couldn’t resuscitate, internal bleeding and cardiac shutdown…
And here I am, driving like a Granny..
(you boogie on the backroads)
Yeah…
Nothing could stop it?
If it’s your day,then it’s just your day?
(you could choose to not drive like an asshole)
Mmmmm..
Miserable experience.
Working in a close-knit group and having someone come in yelling
I HAVE TO GO, THEY’RE CUTTING MY SON OUT OF A CAR WRECK .
Instant gravity.
Instant feelings, the air sucked out of the room…
Like an innocent family having a bomb dropped on their house… Pick a country..
Bleh..has a vibe you can’t shake off..
Death.
Death death bo beth
Banana Wana foe feff,
Few fie foe feff
Death…
Crash crash bo bash, banana Wana foe frash
Few fie foe fash..
Crash…
The next thought is soul,and all that shit we don’t know,
Where it comes and where it goes..
This article about consciousness being a result of quantum entanglement in your mind…
Because the brain is special.
It’s a special thing..
Someone says “heart”
But it’s all in the mind.
Value, honor or the lack of, your judgemental face looking like a vice president, needing a shave and bearing a scowl…
Soul.
Lights on or lights off.
Being comfortable while alive,or being ready to die.
To die.
A Christian might say that each sunrise is not promised… That’s just logic.
Of course it isn’t..
But.. when you stand in the presence of true pain…
True pain…
A father losing his only son…
True…
Pain….
All those lines we divide with disappear .
And I don’t hear his accent.
And I don’t see all the things he does that get on my nerves.
And I don’t see his overgrown baby ego..
I see a man,in pain.
All that other shit is just other shit.
Here is a monkey,in true pain.
And he is a monkey and I’m a monkey,and we ain’t so different..
And life is not fair 😔
So maybe I shouldn’t bitch so much..
You too .
Maybe you shouldn’t complain so much.
You didn’t bury your son this week..
You didn’t hear about a car crash that was completely avoidable.
You didn’t.
And neither did I.
Perhaps we shouldn’t be so serious..
dawn 