Too much caffeine. Running through the bloodstream. Too many streaming thoughts coming. Going. Car. Stopping. Highway. Traffic. 1-95. Miami Beach. 305. 5:00 pm. Rainy day. Rapping. Mockingbird. Eminem’s number-one hit. Truly a masterpiece. Genius storyteller. His way with words. Exiting emotions. With little to no attachment. No map. A lot of gas. Little to no doubt. No breaks. Little to no breaths. Rhyming through life. Intentionally. Fast. Pace. Confidently driving through ideas. Hyper-focused on the road. Carefully curating the next turn. Millions of streets. Millions of people going. Coming. From. Point A. To Be. What’s the difference between most humans and Eminem? Eminem’s engine probably goes faster than the average car. And. Also. He projects certainty. As if he doesn’t care where he’s going. His heart seems to lead the way. Trusting he’ll get someplace. He doesn’t care where. Only cares about what's in front. He probably continues despite the annoying honks.
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