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October 28, 2017
I spent last night
burning headlights into my eyes 
by staring at the rush of oncoming traffic.
No one would stop to consider me.
Sometimes their eyes were downcast.
Their was nothing lovely about them.
They were shapeless blobs in their cars,
sometimes staring at screens.
Their music is minimalist. The blur of bass says nothing.
I am compelled to scream so they awaken
before they crash.

I sometimes get these depressing thoughts. I need be reminded to not listen to modern music anymore. The Weekend (or however you spell it) will do that to you. So will Seether and others.