mysteries
left unsolved—
scattered like ashes
across the floor,
like tracing smoke
to find the arsonist
who burned it down
to bury regret.
the evidence runs deep.
and the mirror
can’t lie
any longer.
he floors the pedal,
gives it his all—
but the past
clings like fire
in his rearview.
one last getaway.
just one more line
to cross—
because crossing them
is all he’s ever known.
he’s spent his whole life
living a lie.
"Some stories aren't meant to be solved—they just leave smoke behind."
Inspired by Anchor & Braille’s “Stones,” this piece reflects on the quiet chaos of running, hiding, and carrying the weight of our own undoing.
A confession of burned bridges, blurred reflections, and the desire to escape... even from yourself.
