It was the difference between actuality and sound that made the drive complete.
It was the difference between night and early morning when the sky is clear and crisp and souls on the highway are few yet there just the same.
It was the difference between all the days prior to this day and this morning… including actions I’ve owned and know to be mistakes now understood, clear and manageable.
It was the difference between acting in a daily production of fiction, supporting someone else’s ideals and fulfilling another’s dreams, and living a life for the benefit of my friends and pets and family.
It was the difference between unuttered concept and taking into consideration always the final line: “...the sky is erupting and I must go where it’s quiet.”
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