‘Parking spot’ 


I know just where to find my favorite parking spot—
In a big, empty parking lot. 


Equally far away as I am close
From where, I don’t know...
And I don’t really care. 


This place makes me feel less cluttered
My eyes don’t feel shuttered yet they’re closed. 


As I roll down the window,
The breeze greets my hand 
Ny fingers are spread as freedom glides through them 



I think I’ll just sit here for a while and smile to myself. 


Maybe I’ll think of something 
And maybe I won’t 


Either way,
I like when nothing feels like everything
And I don’t need to be anywhere—
Or anyone for that matter. 


Cogitation with no obligation.
Who are we when we’re stripped of obligation? 
In the rearview I see a clear view of myself.


I’m quite alright with going nowhere for now. 
Being here is just fine
I’ll rest my spine and spend my time,
Loafing…


I’m not lonely
My chamber makes for good company


I put my hand on the wheel
Finger on the feel
But I don’t need to move…
I’ll linger here a little longer…

The receptors were receiving a stronger, healthier signal.


I can go wherever I want 


For now,
I’m happy to be stationary.
Revel in my own sanctuary 
I claim this parking lot 
Where I proclaim 
That the only parking spot, 
Is here.

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