She sat in the corner of the backseat, where she always sat; a lone passenger on a long ride home, drained of energy, exhausting little remains of herself with thoughts that refused to stop drumming about on their own accord at random. Her i-pod played the next song...
...and tears began their silent streams down her cheeks while the driver drove on, oblivious to a new hell breaking loose in the thoughts of his confused passenger of old...
Thoughts persisted to wreathe a new havoc in the mind of this distraught unmoving being as she looked out the window of her moving car... ''I hate -him- and I have often in anger wished -him- dead, but what if all along... -he- was also aching to be noticed for -his- pain? Would I forgive myself for wishing -him- dead if -he- were to die while we thought it was -she- who needed all our care an attention - from -him- included?''
And thus ensued a vorage of emotions that opened the flood gates, albiet continuing to spew silently -refusing to draw attention to the self- and thought she, about all the other souls that in her mind lately got tried, tested (and sometimes even prosecuted) for innumerable crimes on a daily basis, while she thought she was being fair, just and right in thinking so...
Perhaps sometimes we are wronged... Perhaps indeed! But then again sometimes, perhaps it is just we who are in 'then', wrong...
''...That's right... Let's take a breath jump over the side...''
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