So many miles to go and yet I have so little left. It is ironic that this old beat up car is still running and the only thing forcing us apart is the fuel to power it. Much like a relationship, the car cannot run without the fuel and the relationship cannot flourish without the love. This relationship is at the yellow light, in limbo between green and red. When the yellow light turns, the opposing green lights up and life catches you in a perpendicular situation. Between you and I... that yellow light turns to red, the brakes squeal and hearts hit the dashboard.
The authorities do not care what could have been; they are only associated with what did become. Friends, family and strangers rush to the chaos and do not focus on what would have happened if... if the yellow light was a fraction longer, if the opposing green did not turn so swiftly, if the red was not so aggressive.
The explosion of the aftermath encircles all who are involved. The witnesses must testify, the authorities must steal your money for the other party and grief must be dealt with. To disobey with the righteous procedure is to live life a negatively sought after, cold and dying old maid.
Yet if the car ceases to run before the yellow light, precautions could be taken to live life more successfully. The car may be abandoned, just as the love I once felt for you, but one can always come back for it in the morning with more fuel. Just a bump in the road is a mere obstacle to jump over, rather than a brick wall or a red light. If the cost of fuel increases before morn however...
Some may not be quite ready to pay the price of more fuel to the fire. I, however, am eager to rekindle the situation and find myself once again in that old beater to finish those miles. The long trek to ultimate utopia with you is a greater reward than giving up and would serve me more good than walking away. I cannot go down without a fight, so I pray that yellow light is a little longer to give me more time or the night allows for time to rethink and carry out a solution. Anything but catastrophe. Anything but Murphy's law.
Il y a tellement de choses à penser avec la lumière du gaz sur.
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