The truth hurts

27th-Feb-2011
I Lie awake at midnight, the night is dark and silent, i break the silence by burning the fuel; smoke the wheels; bad tire smell is something like fragrance that smells bad, I leave some skid marks on the ground, put on signature as memory on the tarmac road; tire screaming so noisy at night but no one can hear it. Nobody know it was me, all of a sudden, grip lost because of go beyond the limit, sitting down by the highway, looking down the road, don’t know where I’ve been, I pretend that everything will be fine, like a clown put on a show, I drive and drive, wishing I could Fly rather than drive or ride, wishing I could hide not to say good bye..

schumi