Sunday 7/01/2018 11:11:00 PM

Too far it seemed. Until it wasn't. The slope of distance in the creases of my gaze. As the pavement melted under my feet. Life relenting to my pace.

the cripple of expectation gone. the simmer of want evaporating. nothing but the road to focus on.

little dolls in their stubborn dresses. counting the colors as they disappear.

Too loud. The sound of waiting. For things to change.

there was no itinerary. no destination. just the searching for somewhere to go. our voices razorblades. all our  words cut to pieces.

the euphoria of flesh. all buckles and zippers chaffing open. the hysteria of skin too swift. a furious sprint. when so many miles still lie ahead.

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