The stillness with time

The boy who was the very thought of stillness.

There in the middle of the green captured parks and the beautiful but not so limited subdivision homes, stood an old born rusted up car. It did not move or whir down the subdivision streets or cul-de-sacs but only stood in place, still. Its stillness was as an owl in the night. creaking ever so slightly when the wind took its toll on it, as an owl's head would twist and turn at the sight of sound. This car did not have the satisfaction of doing what it does best which would be Speeding down the streets of the man made neighbourhoods, but instead it stays parked still, outliving its use. and there he sat, on top of his 96' Oldsmobile, his thin-whirred headphones going to and fro from his ears to his tightly sealed jean pocket. Possibly being attached to his phone. He does not keep still but instead bobs to the sound of the music. you could almost hear the the song "Wires" by The Athlete uninhabited itself from the headset and as the song plays you can see that though he is not physically still there is an odd stillness to him that you cannot see through moment, but through thought as his mind is caught in its own moment. His is not in the moment of bobbing to his music but in a world of thought that he can't escape. and so he waits, still sitting on top of his rusted beater, just as they'd planned. Outliving his use.

Author's Note

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