Enemies, surrounding my vehicle as I tune it down to second gear slowly surfing the open road on some public highway in the middle of nowhere. Ghosts in the rear view and on top of my roof, ghosts clinging onto my hood and dragging their burnt out toes behind the rear, ghosts. A sudden urge to stop and they go flying, hunting down the scent of the girl they used to know as they prowl on over to the front seat window and I simply stare. A gaze to the left as one of them cracks the glass at the right, car rocking back and forth and side to side. This was it. My car was stopped and I even put the emergency brake on so god forbid it fucking rolls away with the legends of the past. I step out, I step out only to see the dusty roads adjacent to my position. Nobody was here, I had driven so far away from myself that I had lost it all. I was so far away, I was so gone ho on leaving that I had literally driven myself from sanity. I had leaked the rest of tears that were going to fall and no more ghosts were around me. I was utterly and completely alone here, and the satisfaction of this? Well I guess I was so fucking wrong, I was so wrong. The satisfaction of just running away and leaving it all behind, all the ghosts and legends that make you the way that you are. Everything; gone. This was it, all that I had left. Now here is the big question, how do you depend on somebody who caused all of your fucking problems? Even if, they were the only person that you had left?
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