gridlock'd

i move along this traffic, lights, pollution, expressionless strangers.
running for that oasis that heals all, for cleansing, indenting.
i race.
not so much to win, but to save oneself.
this pile up of anxiety, of fresh, new beginnings, of unknowings, of next.
now what?

i move along this traffic, not so much making friends but finding comfort, taking notes. helping those all ran out, guiding the ones just began.

i race.
hoping to fix a last heartbreak.