Riding down this two lane blacktop, the painted, perforated white lines blurring into one.
Faster and faster, trying to erase the train of thought that would not die.
Slow down!
A feeling that overcomes any sense of well being. A slot in time, a fleeting moment overpowers the need to be safe.
Faster!
Riding the highway to nowhere, where I see, where I hear, where I smell, where I feel.
Touching death....just a little jab. Laughing.
American Hellcat