Road Trip
Sep 17th, 2025 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The scale of the world is different here. Distances become impossible, the sky so expansive the Earth no longer fills it, the fence posts that line the highway fly by until they blur into a constant.
Yet I can’t drive fast enough to forget about you.
Time used to be fleeting, elusive. Now it’s all become relative, stretched out in every direction, empty of all matter and meaning. If I can just reach the end, I might find myself back where I started. Back by your side.
But no matter how long I keep driving, I never touch the horizon.
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