flashing lights speeding.

she stood on the road divider-
in between two lanes of the main road.

cars whizzed by,
their engines roaring.
the gravel burning.
the lights flashing-
blinding her,
further.

how much more can she be blinded?

why, standing there, she actually enjoyed that sense of loneliness.
separation, isolationism.
untouchable.
danger and safety.

coexistance of opposites.

is it possible?
or mere temporary utopia?

what else binds them together?
do opposites attract opposites?



oh how i wish i could think less.
because apparently you don't give a fuck, do you?
i wish i could detect a hint of something within that conversation.
i couldn't.
were you hiding too?
a peaceful conversation.
so long, since the last.




so,
she wished she could stand there forever.
let the emotions just flow.
in opposite directions.
tugging her here, then there.
cars going north on her left,
and them gong south on the right.
moving, speeding;
too fast to notice that shadow on the raised divider.
insignificance.


erase?
retain?

where are you, when i need you?
always.