A melty, icy, gooey afternoon

The sun falls over the horizon. Right now, I am staring at the passing cars on the highway. A yellow one goes by, like the truck my dad owned (before he died).

Today I have been distracted imagining people - painting ugly portraits in my head. I do it until my brain splits apart and identity melts out through my ears.

A bird floats above the highway for a moment. And then off, far away, with the wind. Bye bye, bird.

I think somebody stabbed my chest. I've suspected this since Sunday. Oh, a blue car goes by. Bye bye, blue car.