It was cold and my winter coat didn’t match my cloths. I was staring out the passenger window watching the nothingness consume the highway until it all became a blur. Much like all the things that run the course through the paths of my brain frequencies. You were in the drivers seat as always,just like you prefer it to be, always in control. Silence. Something my father use to always do to me when I was dissappointing to him which was often in his eyes, which its often according to you as well. The heat was blasting all around me much like a hand dryer in some fast food resturant whose facilites you were timid about using. The knob is turned and the volume rises. Run, run, run , away, Like you stay, want you to be my prize she says through the speaker box. How appropriate I thought.