An ocean of sound
The engine hums, subtle, but made aware, a new wave is formed.
He lets go of the keys, and stares into nothingness as the smoke pollutes the air.
The city is cold, dark clouds grow with a glow, heavy on, cold on the bones, his thoughts blow through the roads.
Longing, hungry, for desire, for will, for what's left of passion, for what's offered without consequence.
In his eyes, in his lies, in his silent cries, a memory, of experience, of feeling, of sacrifice, a window of what has become the shadow of his pain.
I should call Miss Lenny and let her know I'll be home late, he thinks aloud.
A sharp turn, a dash onto the highways, this is the long road to what's left of a home.
Warm breaths, sweats and emptiness, but still, firm as a child's grip, his heart remained.
This is new, he thought.
I've known fear, I've known the void where all is equal and everything definitive is a stranger.
I've known to be lost, I've known suffering and hate for everything within knowledge, but I've never met such stillness amidst a storm in a near flying car.
Bless the day I knew to be human, curse is the hour I expected bliss.
Bless the day I knew forgiveness, for it is the finest of divine wonders to forgive regrets.
Still on the wheels, and blazing into a fast moving truck.
A bolt into a world never explored, but the pathway is comforting.
An ocean of sound, a crash, there's screams, all but one is safe. An ocean of sound, but none, comes from him.
The reward, in the end, the same.
Lights out.