Polluted Love

The Earth tilts on it's axis to get a look it's never seen of the same old sun that's been blazing it's surface for the past millions of years. And why the hell not? Bout time some light gets shed on those dark sides that rotate day in day out of the direct rays, only catching enough time to just start to recieve the warm blessings of fire and heat up from the artic chill that covered it for the past 23 hours. As if in compensation, a man stops dead in the middle of traffic in his brand new Hummer 2 and without hesitation, puts his car in reverse. Love sick, self-loathed, under-respected, over-appreciated, dried out, unmotivated, and teatering on the edge of something that resembles failure, an ephiany arrives. Underneath all that which covers his dissapointing 18 hour day, live with fake smiles and true laughs, sits a woman with brown hair. She writes, and damn well too. The irony of her cubicle location, which has remained unnoticed and furthermore, unappreciated until this day, lies on the small squeeking of wheels and moving of plastic floor covering that can be heard seeping through the cieling directly above her on quiet days at the office. The density of the melodrama that is ruitinely attempted to be avoided at the workplace has blocked her vision too, and so the squeeking continues as she types away, never putting a face to the noise or a man to the money. If only she understood on her own discovering before the entire solar system had to readjust it's pivitol points that the man who could save her life by giving her the opportunity to save his life, was her very own boss. However, unfortunely, stopping in oncoming traffic without prior warning results in immediate impact by other oversized vehicles and the man in the Hummer 2 died from severe head inujuries approximately .74 seconds after his epiphany came. And so is the way the world works....