long roads with no fuel stops...

[smokeyjoe]

Music is my closest confidant in this transition period. No one else will see these things or hear what needs to be said. My stealth bomber floats along the rural stretches, consuming the length of the road, fueling and driving my thoughts, my emotions. Changing like the leaves, burning out until only the brittle skeleton is left, quickly crumbles

Comments

[crazyphotogirl4]

u sound like someone i know that i dont particularly like....u know her....just the way u r talkin sounds a lil like her

[smokeyjoe]

um, is that an insult?