modkaz

The lights blinded me as the cars pass on the other side of the highway.
The lights shoot through the gridded median, then they are gone.
My tires leave a hypnotic song hanging in the night air, so quiet yet so inviting.
The divider lines sweep past, so hard to count.
Blink.
The world swings past the window, surrounded in darkness.
No shapes are discernable....
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