The ability to care is no longer something within me. I see it outside, I see it most places. I can try to grasp it, but it’s something I now have to seek out. I resent it as something that I used to have but no longer do. I recognize it as something that should be happening naturally for me but just isn’t.
No matter the mascara, my eyes burn; it keeps me awake. Slip through the grates of schoolteacher’s seasonings, criticisms, and get back in the car. I realize I can go anywhere, technically, but stay. ♦