Where is my fast car?

You feel like you could just take the highway and drive and drive until you can't anymore; drive so that the street lights flood over your face, ebb and flow, until it washes away and only the darkness remains. Just forsake everything and dissapear in your own thoughts.

But you can't. And then you end up right back here. Where its safe and comforting. And where all the plagues and haunts you lies.

I'm sorry, I should stop with the cryptic posts. But there are still some things I can't admit to my audience.