Just when . . .
. . . did Silence befriended travelling.
. . . did Solemnity sat beside my passenger seat
. . . did Loneliness knows how to drive silently
. . . did being alone tasted as sweet as the smell of cherries in my car
. . . did i feel isolated in a crowd of blank air
. . . did i learn to pick up my strength from the weakness of being wearily alone
Just when did I became numb as the sleeping road i ran over.
Just when . . .
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