Surreal moments in between silence.  Broken skin and cracked sidewalks.  Is this really what it all leads up to?  Headlights illuminate the fork in the road, and onward I drive.  Some things are better left in the corners of my mind.  Memories of a time when all was well and regret for the cloudy skies.  Batteries are dying but there is still life left.  Just drive.  Drive until nothing remains; drive until the city is behind me and the sun sets it all on fire.  Drive.  No destination and no promises, only the willingness to accept what comes.  Home could be just another recollection.