Behind the wheel and everything is igniting. Behind you a blaze of memories, ties and blissful indiscretion. The sun shines through the rearview mirror like an lens peering into your very controls, almost putting the words in your head.
The shadow line.
As the car passes, the trees are lit with orange glow, like candles in the darkness... Like matches spreading fire.
Crossed the line again...
Into the valley of death, barren trees and bleak pavement on the road to nowhere in particular.
The sun's set now... No line, no warmth.
Headlights beam down a tunnel of nothingness. Branches nestled tightly against one another, creating a ceiling of leave-less firewall to the stars...
Hours pass and the candles are lit again.
Hello, morning...
Hello, home.
Tapped in.
14 years ago
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