Freedom Follows White Lines-01"If it is dry out we will race," Turning down another road, coming to a stop at the red light that appeared in front of her and leaned back in her seat, letting her head fall back. The breeze coming through the wind felt nice as it blew through her long deep purple hair and ruffled her shirts, this was going to be a nice night for a race.Thoughts of her earlier conversation with Cale on the computer still ran freshly in her mind.It bothered her that after all this time one of her friends, who she figured had all but forgotten her by now, was looking for her. For her specifically."Why me..." she pondered out loud, starting down the street again as the light went green.She wasn't sure what she was going to do. This news seemed to claw at old scars, old memories that she'd rather remain in the past."The past doesn't exist to be anymore. Only the present." she smiled as she came to her decision.She'd deal with things in the present.If and when they ever appeared before her.
Broken MirrorA thousand tiny shattered imagesOf what I amOf what I wasOf what I could becomeSo many pieces to pick upOw, another seeping break in my skinAnother scar I shall bareWar wounds of lifeBattered, Beaten, BrokenBut still aliveAlive and living onWearing my scars as badges of battle wonMay not have walked away in victoryBut I won and am still winningAs long as I can pick the pieces of myself upAnd continue on to start again
Friend ForeverAs long as you have friends...There is no end in siteAs long as you have friends...You can win any fightThats what I saidMy friends...Always there they would beMy friends...Forever on my sideThats what they saidTimes change...They dont understandTimes change...They didnt even tryThats when they left meAll alone...I can see the end is closeAll alone...The fight over long since lostThats when I left...Forever