on days like today, nothing seems real. moments before stepping outside, i hold my breath and wait for the cold to burn my face i walk towards the garage door, seeking my next get away- the shelter that will keep me protected from the cold. and it leads to the vehicle with the wheels that allow me to fly sometimes i turn the key, and the engine sound makes me happy, the garage door moans to an open and i drive until i meet my next destination sometimes its work, or school, or nowhere at all but i always get somewhere i always find something to occupy my mind and take away my time all of those minutes determine my life, when i wake up, what time i sleep and sometimes it feels like all the ticking takes away my ability to dream ::That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence::