Last weekend We drove, stoned and stupid into the night. The moon above us gleaming streaks of light that cut brilliantly through the clouds and shone across the front windsheild. I closed my eyes, allowing them to glid backwards while I lost all sense of reality. Slowly and softly, slipping, loosing grip, then falling asleep. Images of a far away place danced across my eyelids, people once a part of myself, but now gone. I awoke some time later, my eyes finding solace in that same moon; still high above me. No matter how fast we drove, no matter how far, it stayed with us, a constant. I fixated myself to it while I crashed, my system hitting brick walls, but I felt nothing this time; just the warmth of the moon. |
