The Meter

The meter is broken.

The meter is broken so there is nothing to keep my attention; my train of thought has now been let loose to siff through my mind, my deepest thoughts.

The meter is broken.

The meter is broken in the taxi and therefore I have no comfortable sense of time. The meter was the one thing I was relying on to keep me focused on something simple, to keep my spirits high and help me to relax as time passed.

Time.

Time is sometimes relaxing, when you are sitting and just feeling it pass. But there's something difficult about it as well. Maybe its because I can never keep still. I can't keep still, so time is a danger when I can't focus on one thing. Without a distraction, time can stretch into dangerous amounts.

Time.

Time is actually petrifying without something to keep you down. Doing absolutely nothing and feeling yourself waiting is the most dangerous way that time can pass because you can feel every second, feel every second slip away. And at the same time you are counting; you are counting down to the next moment where you move. Move your head, move your eyes, your hands, your legs. You can count your breaths.

Breathe in.

If I was stronger I would understand the passing of time isn't such a scary thing. Every second of existence is something to celebrate. But at the same time as every second passes that's every second you want back to do something besides sitting... And waiting for a movement.

Breathe out.

I will just have to bear with the fact that the meter is broken, and count something else to help time pass quicker. All I need to do, is breathe.

And the ride will be over soon.