• We drive for miles, just to get away from ourselves, but it's like trying to draw kinetic energy from an immovable object. Like counting backwards and expecting time to reverse something you've said, something you've done... I love you, but I refuse to fall asleep; because each time I wake and you aren't there, it takes a part of me. That much more closer to snapping. This hot gravel, these empty words like rotating tires on a test run, going nowhere; expecting the world to yield and turn at the same breath beneath them. I haven't lost anything accept my mind. I lie here, wanting to be on the other side of that broken mirror and possibly... I'm happy in one of it's pieces. Start counting forward, maybe I'm happier in the future... Nothing; just these empty thoughts, these empty words, all just hot blood on cool tarmac. We drove, we drove for miles expecting to get away... But no matter fast we went, no matter how far we drove, I could never escape myself. It's much like hitting a wall of realization, it never gives, it only takes.