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the view around me

I watch it fade into hindsight

The image of him in my rearview mirror gets smaller

Familiar scents, like that from nightmare-shaped airfresheners, dissipate into the atmosphere

Adjusting the driver’s seat so I can finally reach the pedals. Break and accelerator.

I just keep driving

My hands firmly on the steering wheel but knuckles no longer white. I do not need to cover the scars on my fingers because they are vanishing on their own.

My car
My music

I drive safely but not slowly. No longer ignoring the road signs but speeding up going into the corners.

Road cresting and I cannot see around the bend. But the view around me is gorgeous, breathlessly breathtaking.

I roll down the window and let the breeze whip my hair around my smiling face. I put a hand, an arm out the window and pretend I can fly.

I do not look back
I just keep driving

I just keep driving
I just keep driving towards new beginnings

But beginnings have already begun, beginning at the endings and leaving those endings in the red summer dust.

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26 thoughts on “the view around me”

      1. I have to be random. It keeps me sane. My ex drove a white nissan pick up truck, and lately I see them everywhere. My friends and I got done brunching and saw one, so I said, “oh wow good for you, fuckface!” I told them about the trucks being everywhere, so we made a fun game of it.

        We counted 47 of them, btw. The universe is a dick.

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  1. “I roll down the window and let the breeze whip my hair around my smiling face. I put a hand, an arm out the window and pretend I can fly.”
    That’s the coziest nostalgic part of riding in or driving a car, I think. I loved this, LemonSugar!

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