I roll down the window to feel the cold breeze. I smell the grass and trees as I pass It’s quite... these are the times I think about my situation take it all in and process it Sometimes I feel surrounded and like I’m hounded no above or under or around it But then I ride in the car and let it all roll off Far away from the city I pass places that bring s feeling of.... nostalgia The air is cold creepy cold. The cold dead silence begins to be unbearable. Is something behind me? I roll up the window. And keep riding[spoiler]twirls stache [/spoiler]