The light board indicate a time of unknown place.
My heart begins to race. The light on my time machine is
still a deepen mystery. There is a light in the distanct ahead.

Sideswiped in the back seat.

The smell of gasoline and blood in the air.


The impact, and the aftermath, a long
apology that's never coming back.


I stood and watched the funeral commence, objectively at the fence.
Gravity it leaves underneath me.


The ambulance is blaring in my head.