temporal iii

My car sits dead in the parking lot behind the dorm. The battery died early in the semester.  Never replaced it. Money’s tight.

Sometimes I just go and sit. 

Try to time travel but not really.

The past is unchangeable. 

Truth.

I can leave the world, though.

Escape. 

It’s a mess in here. Wrappers, empty things, articles of clothing, a sweatshirt or two. It claims the back seats. Pens. Food cardboard cup holder trays. 

Coffee cups I didn’t drink.

Escape.