There are moments when you don’t need saving — just enough silence to remember who you are.
Borrowed Peace is Track 11 in my story — a point where distance from the city brings something rare: stillness without safety, calm without permanence. Not an ending. Not escape. Just a stolen stretch of open road and quiet air where the noise finally loses its grip.
Open skies, slower breathing, and a softer kind of weight carried just long enough to feel human again.
Nice story you have going. Had to listen to it 2 times.
Thanks Jsun! Yes, the story has been there all along, it's just becoming more evident now...
Nice. Subscribed to your youtube.
Hey Don, appreciate that, thanks!