Up to that moment, I've always thought that knowing more about you would only do me good; that, with every piece of information I would obtain, I would be happy.
After all, it would be about you -- the nearby neighborhood which, for some reason, I have never been able to set foot on.

Up to that moment, I've held on to the idea that, at one point in our primarily abstracted lives, our avenues would meet at a perpendicular.

Which they did.

The thing is, I was never aware that, all the while, there was another avenue collinear to yours -- also advancing.


And, suddenly, this huge-ass roadblock fell on my end.


Vehicles never came in, never made a turn, always headed from your road

to that other road.


I was just so focused on reaching the point of probable intersection; I had my eyes only on my goal, that I never really attempted to look outside of it. I was so confident that the external factors were weak enough to interfere --

-- and I was completely, completely at a wrong.

So now, I am left here, totally helpless.

I've become an abandoned road (or maybe never even been of use, to begin with), an interrupted course,
waiting --


w a i t i n g


-- for the vehicles to wear your highway out.

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