Lost Soul

The windows blur like distant promises, Neon and smoke stitched in crooked seams. He turns halfway, unspoken and still— Eyes dipped in shadow, The road a long sigh beneath the tires.

Outside, the skyline sinks, Steel and red mist folding into glass. Inside, a heartbeat slower now, Hands trace the wheel as if to feel it breathe.

Silence becomes the loudest sound. The night stretches on— Endless. Relentless. Familiar.