Friday, July 3, 2009
Ironical as it seems, sometimes the only words that can comfort me, is the roar of redlining a car. It is only voice that can soothe my heart. Screaming in harmony with me, tearing the roads apart, everything seems to disappear. Vision starts to blur, time starts to slow down, adrenaline rises, anarchy takes over. Nothing is left in the mind. As we return, heat from the engine bay, burning smell of rubber, somewhat produces a satisfying feel.
But now you are no longer there, to share my sorrow once more...
Hush of the rain.
12:08 AM



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