Monday, November 13, 2006

The Past

Sometimes you just need a break. You break down in the middle of the road like an old car and say that's it. You stay there for a while, and forget there is a road, forget about the places you need to go and just enjoy what's around you.

But that's the trouble with racing. You can escape everything... up until the moment you stop. And then, without a notice, the wicked past swirls around and trows you off balance. And then I start wondering.. can I escape my past?


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