darkness creeps over, as the sun sets and in the east rises a full moon. with her mind reeling and the wheels spinning all she can hope is that she'll be home soon. the wind whistling through a crack in the window, and the pointer racing up the speedo, she is impartial to her own velocity, with her mind searching for serenity. what she needs, she cannot see, and what she wants, is to be cold upfront, so she can be numb, and fade with the setting sun...

seems my head is still cramped up... maybe i need to hire a cleaning lady...