And every once in a while my brain screams for some serenity,
Or rather, everyday,
However it may be, when silence washes over me I start to lose consciousness into my daydreaming,
A different kind of hollow looms over,
And I am only just realizing that the trotro driver is going well over the speed limit and I start to feel uncomfortable,
I need a hit of distraction but I try to be brave and stay present,
55 mph, complaining passengers,
60 mph, screaming passengers, an uncouth driver,
Remnant murmurs from the backseat,
I take a hit, my phone, and I start writing this piece…
Nessa 🖤
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