Posted by Anonymous on 2013/03/04 under Uncategorized It’s a strange life. I’m empty. I’m a plastic bottle on the side of the road. I get blown around by the wind sometimes. Eventually, I end up stuck in a fence corner and other trash collects on top of me. Other people getting blown around by the wind fall on to me. A season or two passes. Cars go by, people walk by, bugs and dogs. Sometimes, a dog urinates on the pile that has become my life. Eventually, a strong wind blows me away from there and into some other obscure nook of life. Finally I’m picked up by a person cleaning up her mile of Adopt a Highway. Off to the dump I go. Off to where the rest of the trash souls meet their final resting place. Sometimes I wish I was organic. I wish I had a life cycle but alas, I’m just a plastic bottle about three feet under the rest of the trash soon to be four feet under, then six. I remember the days I was full. I had a substance in me. I waited and waited and finally she grabbed a hold of me. She drank me in deeply. In the end though, I wasn’t enough. I was just a shell in the end. I try to look up now but all that’s left is the sinking in of crushing darkness.