driving at midnightI'm speeding down the interstate with the chilly wind of midnight whipping through the open windows of my beat up silver car. Hair blows across my eyes, but it doesn't seem important enough to move. I don't notice, or maybe I just don't care that my hands are shaking from the damp night air. Under the light of a toenail moon and dim streetlights, the pavement twinkles with the broken glass of countless, nameless tragedies. Thoughts no longer cross my mind as my eyes unfocus over the picturesque image.