The Speck in the Distance

I saw the blur of Seattle behind me

The blur of Italy in the distance

I crashed somewhere in between

Threatening my existence.

Nothing amazing ever comes out of a crash

Nothing amazing was in between

Now I'm burned and broken

And these tears are starting to sting.

I failed miserably on my life's soundtrack

Giving into things that shouldn't make a sound

Piecing random things together

A whisper of my heart's soft pound.

I packed a blue suitcase with nothings

I wore the shoes I could run in

And backed out the front door

I'm not coming back again.

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