tired of the same old static, she turns the radio off.
Anything is better then the relentless banter of the local dj's,
While the silence seems to ridicule her more then the empty radio waves
To roll down the window, is to be met with an onslought of racket, amidst the low moaning of her old station wagon and the noises of the city.
She is now presented with a trigger, window down..means lit cigarette & she begins to drown in the monotony of it.
In parkng lots she waits her turn, and parks far enough to count calories burned. The same roads and sidewalks always trodden, the same buildings, windows and people one day, with luck forgotten.
shes lived here all her life and never questioned why.
shes walked through all the doorways, shes read everysingle sign.
shes lonely with her family, unfamiliar with her friends.
distant from the beaches, that have been her haven time and time again.
the sun sets, and the tides ebb.. she borrows a sail, and heads straight for the end. shes been sailing for days now, or maybe for years.
she's been navigating
and infiltrating
her ocean of fears.
4:44 p.m. - 2008-04-16
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