Life's headlights

Like a stunned animal I stare...


Life's headlights

Standing on the dark highway at night, I feel like the stunned animal staring into the oblivion of life's headlights; the visceral sound of screeching car brakes, too late.

I search the dark for signs of hope; the only thing I see is myself staring back. There's nothing there but black, not even that. Life's always been peculiar.

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