You could look at her
And never really see...

The night you came home,
Smile plastered on your face...

Feet pounding on the asphalt.
Heart racing...

Silence reigns in the playground.
Her flashlight pierces the darkness...

Darkness invades the sky as black clouds form.
Shadows dance in the distance, silhouettes...

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...