Your Driver Is Waiting

by Priya Guns

If those who have do not give, those who haven’t must take.

Somehow, she believed life was more draining for her than it was for me.

There was a grime to the city, a spillage so toxic it smothered people that passed by. The air was far from fresh, but there we were, breathing in every bit of this manufactured life and asking for more. We couldn’t get enough. The city thrived on the dreams of the smothered.

But if you looked close enough, sat on a park bench alone, leaned against a brick wall in a dirty alleyway, you’d see people who’ve stopped to catch their breath.

I’m not sure which is worse, being broke or being broken. Being both was definitely the worst, though.

People see other people and they don’t know what they’ve lived through. They just see what they want to see.

How do you know how to live when you’ve never been given the freedom to?

“The conflict in Israel is really upsetting. I partied on Tel Aviv beach once and Gaza was literally right there. I still have nightmares. I’m in therapy, did I mention?”

"the conflict in Israel" yet gaza is the one that is being bombed?

said yes, because there really is no trouble in being happy. When you live, truly live, you let go. You try new things, and you learn about yourself.

was a woman who wasn’t going to take it anymore because I swear, I have taken so much already.