in the rear view

eventually..
(not gradually.. but all of a sudden and at once...)
i got strangely numb to the concept of pining away. of falling and feeling the trip of my own feet. i'd routinely dust myself off and try not to notice the pity in the eyes of onlookers.

so, yea. the pining became a paining
... and enough became itself.
eventually. not gradually, but all of a sudden. and at once.

so, now it's in the rear view.
no second glances.

only my tail lights gleaming in the distance, headed down a winding road to a place i've never been. the windows are down. the scent is fresh.