275 – Night flight

Wheels
Caressing the rough pavement.

Engine throttled
Way beyond overdrive.

Flashing lights
Chasing far behind.

Feeling
Like a fox before the hounds.

This
May not end well.

But still
It’s all that’s left.

Ping,
Ping,
Ping…
I’m busy here.

Running
Like a haunted demon.

Whatever happens,
I still love you.

Whatever happens,
I hope you still love me.

White knuckles
Clutching at the handlebar.

Clinging
To the chance
Of seeing you again.

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