I’ve been driving for hours. The road — a vein. Asphalt pulsing like blood. Each white line, a memory. Each mile, a wound. Her voice... flickers in the static. Not words. No letters. Just signal. Radar love. Felt — not heard. She reaches me through distance. Like lightning searching for ground. Her longing — humming in the headlights. I am guided. Obsessed. Speed is prayer. Engine is echo. And the night... it never ends.
