Amy Made Me Do It

Yesterday, Amy over at Mish Mash, challenged us to write a post to match this picture, after she tragically lost the text she had crafted. So I did. Here it is.

I'm Tired

As I'm thrown forth from the wheel of life to the side of the road, I wonder where it all went wrong. I sit here, treadbare and tubeless, contemplating the phrase: when the rubber meets the road. It's beginning to make sense to me now; sadly it's too late. My life is jacked. I feel deflated, flat, like there's a giant hole going right through my center.

I should be in a rubber room with whitewalls, trying to recall the goodyears with Michelin. Alas, I have not the energy to spare. So, I nuzzle the hefty bag at my side and think how someday, I might be like the hefty bag, pressed flat, stretchy and resilient, containing all that fed me forever and ever; my secrets tied up tight.

Until that day, I'll dream of donuts and hydroplaning through the countryside, hoping to retire as a flower pot.