Finite kindness

Finally, your vice grip is off my neck and around your own. The dry film that collected over my eyes has gone and stuffed itself into your ears. I can see clearly, I can breathe. You on the other hand, you have done this to yourself. I will run around in bliss, making friends with the kindness of the world. You can stay in your car, and hold on to the single person that gives you comfort. I will no longer be weighed down, my legs are tired from being in one position for so long. While I walk along the road surrounded by green plants, you can say hello to the tumble weeds for me. My canteen is full, and the closest oasis to you is outside of your car. Eventually you are going to need to step out of there. Why can't you see that your running out of water? Everyone else can.