Probably by the time you read this message I will be long gone.
I'd like to stay, but all I have left is beyond the life I have.
But don't worry baby, I'll carry your photograph in my glove compartment to remember everything we've lived.
On this road, all I see are lonely faces, similar to mine.
The echoes of the road stimulate me to accelerate, without any direction. But how far does this road go?
I don't know, but maybe all the answers to my questions are there...
Model: YasmimWindson
