The mind is like a car,
Racing and raging along mountains of memories
You can be the driver
but if you aren't careful someone will Hotwire your mind
And give you the idea you don't know how to drive.
That's when you need to park.
Because if you drive around with an uneasy conscience you can break down.
And no one will want to pull over to help but they will instead watch from the highway of other people
Bending their necks in hopes they see you crash.
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Isolated
Short StoryPlace for my short stories and poems. Mostly just thoughts I write out in metaphors and similes.