Car

in your car you are in your own small world of comfort. you're cradled at the perfect temperture, alone and in control. sometimes with another. but for the most part you're simply trying to enjoy the journey before the destination. you are in this sirene faux universe that you created, giving you nothing more than false expectations for the outside world and the destination itself. which is filled with people and things that you would not choose, desire, and possibly can hardly stand. you were in a warm bubble in all control, then sudden spit out into a place cold, cruel, and disappointing, for the most part. but isn't this all just birth?