In a blind havoc down ice roads we fy with the snapped brake cables of our emotional

self control. Nothing but regret and an unnecessary stone cold sadness was foretold by
the fuzzy am radio station that morning, but still we moved towards it. A seemingly
inevitable force from the wonders of inward, a mental gravity that keeps us In elliptical
limbo, like comets reaching ever so closer their exaggerated demise. Dead In the wake
of unforgiving waves, left still on the shores eternity.