68 Miles ~ Sunrise

The sun rose over the low lying roof tops of the squatty town, nestled between fields of soy beans, corn, and wind burdened tree lines. A feelings of loneliness and dread encompassed the hotel room. Dingy. Damp. Over grown with misuse and abusive words.

I slept well enough between scratchy sheets and a lumpy pillow, and the shower last night was passable for warm. Yet, the loss lingers. Loss of a friendship, loss of a traveling companion. Loss of trust in a person you thought held your heart. The truth of the end has no resolution. Not even daylight can crack the code of why.

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Do you hear it?

Do you here it? That sound? The sound of choice, of freedom, of life outside the confines of the walls that suffocate.

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68 Miles... Continued

As the highway stretched beyond my view I sensed that we had reached the end. End of our journey together. End of our relationship. The End.

Where did the end become the truth? A question I have been asking myself during the last stretch of 68 miles. Maybe the truth will only show itself when the sun rises. For now all I can smell is a musty hotel room and the hope of a hot shower. Here's to hope becoming reality.

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Between

Between land and sea, and the space in between our unspoken words hold the truth.