no map for thisAmanda GrinsteadJul 21, 2025141Sharei drove westuntil gas ran out &the sky turned orange like it knew somethingi didn’t —the desert coughed upghost motels,and i sleptwith the windows downbecause loneliness was warmer than the air.
Everything you write is just incredible
The walls remembered my footsteps better than I did.
Each echo felt like a confession.
I began to walk more slowly.