Screaming out silently to any god who will listen for guidance from the divine. Whispers floating on the winds of the storm raging inside. Deafening, garbled phrases that I am not able to understand.
The specter of what could have been, my company as I dine. Rain pounding on the roof, taking me back to a singular moment. Intense heat leaving icy chills in its wake.
Yellow convertible, music on the breeze, left turn to the coast following the sign. Everything I am, stored in the back, never going fast enough to catch up. Alone on a crowded beach, who is the ghost now.
Eternity played out in a split second of time.
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