Open Road

The morning stretches ahead without explanation. Tires hum like a low thought I haven’t finished yet. The horizon refuses to promise anything specific. I drive anyway, because movement feels honest.

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Signs pass with names I don’t memorise.
Fields open and close their hands around the sky.
I realise how little I need to carry forward.
The road accepts this without comment.

Miles loosens the grip of old questions.
The past stays behind, not abandoned, just quieter.
Wind through the window rearranges my thoughts.
Direction matters less than continuing.

Somewhere ahead is not a destination, just more space.
I let the lines on the asphalt guide me without ruling me.
The road does not ask who I was before this moment.
It only asks that I remain awake.

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