Abducted by David Lynch
Nov. 6th, 2001 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueThe road smells like erasers of overused pencils. Enya croons from the dashboard, odd soundtrack to a hard-rock life. In the grass, tin cans patiently await their owners, wherever they are. And I, with my heart in the middle of my forehead, watch headlights rush toward me and vanish.
