coming and going

the city’s a highway. a very long one made up of countless pitstops and endless horizons. you’re racing down multiple lanes being overtaken, over taking, slowing, speeding, racing to some nameless destination. you fall off, graze a knee, walk a little and eventually you’re back on the saddle. you’re cycling ever steadily and sometimes side by side with a friendly guise you think will be there forever.

…but at some point priceless, treasured faces take an offramp and you can only wish your highways cross again soon. it’s an evolving and ever changing stretch of tar to an unimagined destiny.

pitstop. refreshment.

you’re peddling again.


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