Silence is what he craves on these winding roads to nowhere. Climbing higher and higher out of the city center to rid himself of all the noise, people talking just to talk, cars honking at each other for no reason. It is a never ending cycle that holds onto his very being like death's grip with no escape but the cold hard ground that one day will take his last breath.

Letting the wind take hold driving faster to drown out the sounds that surround him, this is freedom, this is what flying feels like in his soul. Every part of the body is put into this moment of embrace with speed.

Then peace… Silence at the top of the world overlooking the crazy world that he calls home, this is what it is all about, fighting for the chains to let loose enough to escape, if only for one beautiful sunset.


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Dylaen - StealthyKitty
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