|Take me sailing again...
||[May. 9th, 2005|01:20 pm]
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||Blue October - Inner Glow||]|
Driving at 1:30 am on a Sunday night is a lonely time to travel, even if it's just to the gas station for milk. Even in a bustling city, the witching hour brings out the absolute minimum of drivers. You can almost imagine you're one of the last people passing across the face of Mother Earth. I find myself comforted by the haunting and eerie feeling that comes with being alone in the world.