Eternally Weaving Stories

By GeoffreyElliot

Trapped

Funny thing when you are stuck in one place, how it begins to feel. Stuck being the operative word since it is always a relative term. But finding myself out of looking for somewhere to go I depend on my car, which today let me down. A car, something that is meant to be a liberating medium, closes me in. My computer although completely under my control keeps me in front of it. And my headphones, however fast I wrap them up and put them away, whether it be during class or simply between uses, I find myself compelled to close my ears into their grip time and time again.

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