The Spontaneous Road Trip

I don’t plan much. I listen — to the hum of the engine, the crackle of a burned-out radio, the rhythm of asphalt under tired tires. I’ve slept in this car more nights than I can count, chased sunsets just to outrun them, and met more truth in roadside diners than most find in years. I don't run from anything, really — I just chase the next thing harder.