I could drive on the highway at night forever. and think and watch the lights and see their lines when I squint my eyes

Look around. The last time my body will be in this place, but the highway and the building beside it and everything here will keep going on even after.

I have lived thinking the highway and it’s lights were for me. And maybe we do have something special. In a way the way they are for me, because I am the only one who sees them quite this way, but it makes me happy to know this place and this ground I traveled over will still be here when I’m gone.

I am in wondering if the lights ever time. I tend to look at everything like it’s my first time seeing it, but today I tried looking at it as if it was my last.

The highway I have gone over hundreds of times. Imagine if I knew this was my last time. It feels so different.