the slow constant rhythm of movement never
ceasing the melody resounding in my chest and
lights flashing past my eyes as the
night conquers what's left of the
day
the comfort of a well broken-in
relationship and the silence of needing to say
nothing and the beauty of knowing nothing
ever has to change
the smile caused by the journey and not
the definite destination, the spontaneity of
going and going and maybe not coming
back
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