i don’t mind the broken white lines. they have a balance ,a harmony, a system. They represent life to me. They connect the whole world together while they are indeed disconnected. They are the same and mean the same no matter where you find them as we are the same no matter where we are. They have a start and an end as everything in life has a start and an end. But you’ll always know that the next is just right up ahead. The repetition creates peace. If they could talk, they wud tell stories abt the millionaires desperate for love and lovers desperate for money. if they could write they had poems abt the broken cars abandoned beside the road and fast cars that rubbed off their color. They makes me feel safe. They are the only familiar thing in my life. the only things i know. the only things i understand. they are my constant! Solid yellow lines though, they are the limits. I don’t get along with limits! They Represent All That is Wrong In the World!

PEACE OUT