I run against the traffic, along the left side of the white line. I feel power on the pavement, staring down the miles of white lined road in front of me, the glimmer of headlights in my eyes.
I live my life, against the traffic, on the right side of the white line. There I attempt to keep my life, walking the straight line, ever watchful for oncoming danger and once in awhile, sticking my foot out, over the line - onto the left side, abruptly jolting people awake, force them to stop their blind movement with the crowd, look around, angrily at the foot that tripped their gait and think.
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