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A Solitary Journey on the Road to Dallas
Written by Miguel Santiago
The road to Dallas stretched out like an endless hymn of despair beneath an obsidian sky, was a solitary artery that pulsed with memories that were now nothing more than spectral fragments of a life that once was. Each passing mile marker revealed a story hidden in the veiled tapestry of time, resonating with a tragic lamentation of lost happiness.
Every pothole, crevice, and hollow was a reminder of love forsaken, ambitions wilted, and promises turned into silent echoes carried by the winds. Like a dark sonnet strummed on the heartstrings of the unforgiving asphalt, the layered shadows cast by the Moon bore silent witness to the unending marathon of human suffering.
The desolate route bore heavily on a lone traveller, a shadowy silhouette against the forbidding darkness, an everyday man destined to drown in the depths of his unresolved sentiments. His tear-stung eyes mirrored the spectral glow of the dashboard lights, vanishing hopes etching grim tales onto the frosted glass of his windscreen.
His heart echoed the pained beauty of the stark midnight, grains of despair trickling down the hourglass of his existence as he journeyed towards Dallas. The road, like an aching scar, penned a sorrowful epitaph for his innocence lost, his happiness squandered, and his soul cloaked in melancholy. It was a solitary path filled with an orchestration of wistful sighs and tearful goodbyes, an ode to a hauntingly beautiful ‘Road to Dallas.’
