ᴍʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ

 

The engine growls - a promise, a challenge. The road stretches ahead, endless, waiting. I lean in, hands steady, heart wild.

Speed is the language, motion my melody. Every turn, every pulse of the throttle is a note in a song only I understand.

I don’t chase the horizon. I become it.

 

 

♬

 

 

Using Ckey Poses - Chase Series (Chase 2 - slightly edited).