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This is a re-post of a feature post I wrote several months ago. Since it's Thursday here, I wanted to post a throwback so that this post can be found on my blog, and for the benefit of those who haven't seen it or are new to the community.

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I don't like driving – no, scratch that – I **hate** driving. However, I do appreciate its importance. I was a big Twitter user back then, mainly because of its ease of use. In hopes of alleviating my anxiety, I took to Twitter one faithful drive, some time ago, to articulate my thoughts. I tweeted every time there was traffic, a stop during my drive or whenever my car wasn't in motion.

Technology has opened up a wide array of possibilities for self-expression, so I capitalized on that by writing micropoems of 140 characters or less. I had hope to write a sequential series of tweets, but little did I know that I would be able to finish an entire story. This series of micropoetries contain all my emotions that I was feeling at the moment of writing. I didn't have time to think about what I was going to tweet, so let's just say it all came from the heart. There was no pre-meditation, nor was there any adjustments in between tweets. I wrote these as I felt them. I do understand that tweeting while driving is reckless and dangerous, I apologize and I promise to never do it in the future.

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Literature, along with Art, is one of the purest expressions one could make. I believe that creativity and inspiration can be found anywhere, and that all art is innately beautiful. Words are beautiful by themselves, but once you put them together and inject some emotion, it's pure magic.

I originally submitted this as an entry to a national literary competition, because I just want to get it out there, but I never heard back. At first it was disheartening, but I realized that it's no one's place to judge. Sure, this didn't get the national recognition I had hoped, but I poured out my emotions for this and I didn't want it to be cast to oblivion. While I don't use Twitter anymore, I unearthed this piece because I just wanted to share this flash fiction I had on Steemit.

So, without further ado, I bare my soul to you, dear reader:


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**10:33am**
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_Life is peaceful, until I hit the ignition.
Thrust into battle, I begin with my mission._
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**10:41am**
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_Dread envelops me every time I take the wheel.
I feel so constricted by how liberating it feels._
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**10:52am**
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_The roads invented transportation so that they could be of use.
They give us everything we need except the power to choose._
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**11:01am**
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_If only the sky was the normal means of travel,
then the roar of engines wouldn't cause our emotions to unravel._
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**11:07am**
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_The roads are cruel beasts but we depend on their existence.
Every time we try to rid of it, we give in to its insistence._
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**11:15am**
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_Traffic is a battle where no one really survives.
We pour our souls to the road, then it gives us back our lives._
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**11:47am**
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_Hell is the other driver, that's what I believe.
Alas, the real enemy is the road, do not be deceived._
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**11:57am**
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_Jaywalkers litter the road, thinking this is all just a game.
If they get injured or worse, they have the drivers to blame._
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**12:00pm**
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_The roads are the death of us even if it gives us life.
I delight at its sight, then I want to gouge my eye out with a knife._
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**12:02pm**
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_Arriving at the destination is all too bittersweet.
I look back at the road – flat and remorseless – unable to accept its defeat._
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Here are some of the positive comments that the original post received during its initial run:

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I hope you enjoyed reading as well, and are encouraged enough to leave your comments. For more original writing, thoughtful comments and moral support, be sure to follow me @jedau :D

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