Night Driving

The echo of silence fades as the day breaks into the perpetual night, darkness creeps into the shadows and vision blurrs into the distance, The lane empty with the voidness of a long-day's memory wounded by the unimagined. Slipping into the veil of an automobile, churning the levers, cams and gears to life, bringing the monster back to life and wishing for everything u want, a perfect place, a way to look for, a direction unbound by time and pain, the smell of the tiredness on the way, the remains of the once-lingered fragrance of her and the night.

As the light, slowly kills the night and moves ahead with the will of the master, the rear leaves behind a shade of red, coughing up the unwanted and kissing the air around, The chill cuts through the thought, hoping to stop getting ravaged by the untimely and the un-welcome, shifting the mehanised gear to propel the thought into action and making way to the unknown. Sleep is bitten by the dream of the reality , actions by the will of the mind, a thirst to speed down the way into the emptiness existing along the way, where the world might not be bound by relationships, promises, fears and redundant thoughts.

Navigating the lady into the ocean of the endless distance, the thoughts of haunting life threating to overpower the alter-ego ruling the senses at the moment, brings back the state of nirvana to the dust, forcing it to crash into the other broken dreams scattered apart by the illusion called life.