a line
stark white against the wearing asphalt
it runs along the edges
it dances around the curves
it’s takes beatings
it may start to wear
it crumbles
it gets broken and then put back together
it’s gets a new face
gets remade
it’s hard to stay whole when your not who you were
it’s breaking
and wearing
until it’s it no longer solid
now a dashed line
stark white against the wearing asphalt
it stumbles along the edges
it’s wonders around the curves
it continues down the road
The dashed line breaks away
always leaving space for another to follow.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 3:13 PM UTC
a line
stark white against the wearing asphalt
it runs along the edges
it dances around the curves
it’s takes beatings
it may start to wear
it crumbles
it gets broken and then put back together
it’s gets a new face
gets remade
it’s hard to stay whole when your not who you were
it’s breaking
and wearing
until it’s it no longer solid
now a dashed line
stark white against the wearing asphalt
it stumbles along the edges
it’s wonders around the curves
it continues down the road
The dashed line breaks away
always leaving space for another to follow.
i’ve been questioning myself a lot lately.
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