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i lost my sense of direction when the road ceased its being a thoroughfare, when the movement didn’t move anymore

i was going by fast enough to make the scenary streaks of color and light but this event of physics was betrayed by the narrative it was trying to fulfill

it seemed such a waste to just imagine this was all just lack of traction, so i started to admit it was a fatal attraction

lacking satisfaction, easily amused better than lost and confused, better to reuse then diffuse with no use