The roar of the engine secludes itself in the silence of the desert.
The stars sparkle their way into her glistening eyes, perhaps tears, she leads the car to the side
of the road.
The road less traveled, in reality, dementia is welcoming the typical guest.
Take a polaroid and let yourself go.
Swallowing the sweet concoction of carbon monoxide and tobacco she stares above her, by god this universe is quite large.
Numerous smirks and ironic giggles later, she jumps back into the car.
The iced feel to the leather is a reminder of what her soul truly consists.
Cold and bitter, that she could even dare to love is a foolish joke told in cheap bars.
Her heart will constantly bleed, but her ambition will close the wounds to continue false elucidation.
A strong break flys its way through the pedals and onto the tires.
Only to realize the mind is playing parcheesi with her eye sight.
Illusory and scarce, the image only crossed her range of view briefly.
Perhaps an animal, or a lost soul, she continues on to the explicit destination.
Pushing the limits of machinery she will not fill the tank for another 20 miles.
A quick plan is to take place until arrival.
Just a bit of fun, nothing more.
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