Saturday, March 08, 2008

Traffic Lights


At a cross road I sat waiting for my turn to turn left. From three sides they were all waiting. Waiting for their turn to go. Looking either bored, envious, angry or just plain indifferent to those cars whose turn it is to run through the empty streets, getting gradually closer to the their destination. Some talk to the person in the seat next to them, some sing out loud and some just glaze over with a blank look in their eyes. I stare at the empty passenger seat at my side, thoughts stand still in the dusty hallways of my mind. For a moment, I think nothing. For an instant, everything goes in slow motion and I think nothing. For a second, I'm no one, never born, never to die, without feelings, nor mind, nor body, nor soul, I'm no one, I think nothing, and I'm not there. I stare at the empty passenger seat, and out there it finally turns green. The car next to me hurries up the junction, up its way. I stare at the empty passenger seat. The cars behind me honk, push me, hate me for stealing valuable moments of their lives. I stare at the empty passenger seat, I'm no one. Just for a second. I start to move, up to the middle of the junction. "That's where you should turn the wheel, to turn left, to your street, your destination". I drive to the middle of the junction and I stare blankly at the cars in front of me. Coming from the opposite direction. Waiting in long lines for their turn to drive up to the middle of the crossroad and turn the wheel. I stare blankly at the cars coming from the opposite direction, their lights flickering up my eyes, their intensity blinding me, interrupting the darkness that shimmers over my brain. Their lights flickering up my mind. I should turn the wheel. Their lights blinding me. I'm no one. Just for a moment. At for another moment, I have the urge to not turn the wheel. For another moment, I have the urge to just drive up straight.

1 comment:

grey said...

you've been tagged.