we drove east on that long dark enchanted country road.

we drove without responsibility nor care.

we simply drove awaiting the morn's first light.

we wanted to be anyplace except for where we were.

but every place began to blur and run together.

which made me wonder... ..

perhaps we needed to simply get away from one another?

the darkest roads will still be the darkest roads when tomorrow comes.

what a God send... ..

we've run out of gas ironically,

at a fork in the road.