I'll send a postcard and hope you don't write back, I'd like that.It would make the world seem more black and white, White and black: mostly black. I am blind as a bat. I use radar to get around. Trace my fingers along the sketchy outline. Foresight is not my forte. But give me the keys anyway. Watch me drive away. Watch me crawl away, just to prove I won't crawl back. Although I know what you'll say: "it's all crawling either way." Sit and wait, but time in transit is time you can't replace. And no one knows like I know how little a trip can teach you. But I was hungry, and now I'm fed. I was bloated, now I'm bled. Lies and smiles to the pigs who tune their dials to the static sound of stasis. To the powers that be. Locked and loaded. Locks corroded. Nothing on my licence to give me away, but I feel guilty anyway. There are a million reasons not to move. There are a million points which I can't prove. But I don't talk to be convincing; I talk because I'm scared of what of what you're thinking. I'm just filling space inside your head. You smiled at me from the shotgun seat and world bled blood red.
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