Yellow cars
what if we started counting grey cars
It´s like looking for yellow cars, thinking there aren´t any. So, you look for them and suddenly you see them all around. You think everybody is happy and in love. You have this foolish romantic notion, that others - that I - just need to open my eyes and then we´ll magically find it, but to me it is painfully obvious that though there are plenty yellow cars around mine is still grey. I just choose not to take obsessive note of every single shiny, yellow middlefinger of a car rolling by.
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Because you´re young there´s always tomorrow right? Always an other day after that. And an other one after that. Let me tell you... we were young once too and now look at us.
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About the Creator
S. Gabriela Heitzinger
I'm a filmmaker from Vienna who loves to do literally anything artsy. From drawing and painting to music to arts and crafts to screenwriting to... I also love to write:) AND read ;) thanks for stopping by <3
Insta: @gabshxtshow
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Heed these words people! I absolutely loved this: ' I just choose not to take obsessive note of every single shiny, yellow middlefinger of a car rolling by.' fantastic!