SHE
Cold french fries after a long night at work. Driving the back roads, choosing the long way home. Time to think, time to reflect, time to escape. Police lights, street lights, road signs, night sky, pavement and trees. A constant battle of artificial and real; man made fighting nature. There's always music to compete with the thoughts. Inner monolog vibrates inside the unquiet, unsteady, mind. Turn the music up. Press the gas. Faster. Louder. Going. Stopping. Fatigue sets in and focus breaks. Unraveling the long day. Memories and the "why" of it all crackle much louder than the gravel through the tires. Words never meant to be heard aloud pass through exhausted lips. Sound spills like a waterfall and bounces around like thousands of tiny, champagne bubbles. Behind the wheel where speed and feelings match.