Abandoned by the spirit my body pilots the car forward taking the roads automatically, robot-like.
It hurts to look at this giant flaming ball, so generous with its source of energy yet so harmful in many ways. It’s a constant reminder of life and death, an echo of yin and yang and a premonition for undeserving of the eternal life.
Hoping the lights shining thru, the glowing ones at the end of the tunnel, are not deriving from the Sun because there’s no turning south on the final journey.
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