being apologetic again, of abandoning all
expectations in a topless car as I’m scattered like dust
along an open roadway. And each part of me will go a different
way, I’ll live a million different lives, I’ll see
so many places and people, my eyes will get full and burst and
it’ll start all over again. It is a madness that can
never be harnessed, the desire to see all things, all people,
all places. To never have to wake up in the same place twice,
to live without regret that I am missing out on all the little
things.
