Right. And then....

Its a habitual thing you see, not self preservation, but an undertaking that never made its purpose known. Sick eyes are sick eyes, I know the cure. The one that's self prescribed. The one I use to take myself for a large portion of my lifespan. I know it's a rut, a kind of metallic over gloss of things meant to be overlooked. I am not on board anymore. I am rejecting the habit of your groundlessness. It has never been my station, yet somehow has become so. I participate in a clogged drain. There is little to no need in such feats. Now I remember. Now I remember how you looked the last day I saw you look at me and the warning that you gave. I m hip. I won't be taking any rides. Much less getting in the fucking car. I m awake.