hope comes in red not green.

i need a red light. a light preceeded by a slow down before a hault. i need that. my entire world is rushing with speeding wheels and egos. i can’t turn a single sound off. i need a drastic brake. a break! how smart. whoever invented these car and traffic terms must have had a life as complex as mine.

traffic jams are nice afterall. they don’t merely give you time to suffer the immobility. they give you time to think and be grateful for the fact that you’re not rushing through that road of uncertainty. jams give you time to consider this street you’re fooling yourself to be you’re path towards your destiny.

i’m running out of gas and will. of water and hope. my engine’s heating up and i can’t stop in this busy road. if i do i’ll hear louder of these screaming horns. if i do stop they’ll come crashing towards me, i’ll be granting their desires to really crash me down to the ground.

i am begging for a red light. shine red light shine. i need to beathe. pause this battle. pause this life.

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