But how can this be?
I turn away from myself when I should spiral down,
following the ambulance scream for my attention,
barreling through the tollways of my mind
like an ice cream truck for the unconscious.
While it twists back itself
I want to skip behind it
back to my childhood memories
scampering along deeper into my unknown,
a subconscious ambulance chaser.
Instead I hear the ambulances and
fire trucks pass by while I consider potentials
over a course of dirty dishes and soap water,
waiting for the coffee to brew and
pondering what I will write today.
Ambulances alert civilians to danger,
racing towards despair and destruction all the while
announcing their presence to the flames.
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