The highway tries to take them alive.
Prisoners of their vehicule, they watch the horror...

The road opens its welcoming arms to me.
It invites me to pursue my journey...

The book is revealing one's soul once more.
The writer seems like a complete stranger...

Her voice speaks of the pain she's suffered.
And thoughts race through my mind...

Hips swinging to the music, she's absorbed.
Nothing is to disturb her; she's in her world...

I feel it raging inside me
And I'm unable to tame the beast...

It all began with the morbid poetry.
She sat behind her desk, saddened...

Whoever said it was easy is a fool.
Some days, I simply cannot understand...

Wrapped in your arms, I let myself weaken.
I allow my heart to melt, to feel...

Is it really that far?
Have I forgotten so soon...

Shorts. Tank top. Running shoes.
The sun smiles at me, finally...

She laces her shoes, as she heads out the door.
Ajusting the volume of the music...