GO

The moment after you understand that there is nothing left to say about the end, you realize that it's time to begin again. When there is no one to look back for and the only turn places you on an open road. Proceeding with caution you maneuver slow holding the steering wheel extra tight. Accelerating at a snails pace, dreading the next blind curve, nervous for there only seems to be green lights. The wind begins to out pace you, whistling a dare to just catch up. Life didn't halt at the last speed bump. Roll past the pain, blow fear out of your brain as you release the top. Look at the view smiling back at you. Gone girl press that gas, life's too short to wait on a bus pass.