Blog Post 443
180 On the Dash Running From My Fate Took some time to sit back and chill while everyone did the things they normally do, but for some reason I had the sudden urge to lock back in and go for a drive, not knowing where I'd end up being. All I could think about was the gaps between the other cars and the cops closing in on me from the rear. It happened all so fast, where everything just flowed so perfectly, and my calculations became so accurate that speeding past those cars felt as if I was in a video game, not thinking too much of it. Everything around me was moving all so fast, yet I'm still not sure what it all entails for me. Was the thought of me being behind the wheel my way back to finding the meaning behind all my doings, or was it me just trying to meet my maker, thinking everything would be better after it was all said and done? I can't define the meaning behind all of this, but the only one that keeps running in the back of my head is a girl named Camryn, thinking...