Moving forward.

I’m driving a car, staring at the road ahead, carefully navigating the curves, stopping at stop signs for 3 seconds, checking mirrors, checking my blind spot and merging lanes. The world is just a blur in the side windows; fast, passing, transient. My mind is stagnent, not dwelling too much on one thing, thoughts dissipating almost at their inception. All I am focused on is where I am going. The road. The black pavement. The yellow stripe, the yellow dash, the yellow stripe.

Then I arrive. And the world is different. It’s not like it was before. I want to go back. I want to stay.

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