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   The black shrivelled hand gripped me by the throat. Tight.I can barely breathe.I can feel the cold coming off this dark claw,its spreading from my neck to my face. I can feel ice in my lungs,it´s burning,the pain. It feels like I am on fire on the inside.Barely breathing,frost comes out as I gasp for air,last breath,while the last of me is frozen solid.It is cold outside but this feels like I am on fire. I am above the ground,suspended,being held.Eyes closing,freezing over,snow forms on my lashes and I let go.    That was the last thing I remember. I guess I am still alive. Still here. Apparently,I have been found in the middle of the field by a farmer taking his dog out for a walk, this morning. I was just lying there. He took me in. Warmed me up and contacted sheriff. From there, they checked on the missing persons and I fit the description. Before long my parents were at my side and this is how I ended up at home,back in my bed,typing in my diary.I do not even remember what ha

   The roar of the engine, as if it´s a wild African animal, roaring in the blazing heat of the sun. That roar,it brings me to life. It gives me life. It helps me forget. With one swift movement,this single moment. I am off,we are off. Away from them,away from it all,away from what we are and what defines us. We are no more,we are nothing. We are on the road.We are at it´s mercy,the mercy of the beast we ride and the wonders we will find.     The sound of the wind is whistling all around. The speed,you can feel it in the air,it´s electric,sharp and intoxicating. It´s calling me,calling us.Don´t stop,keep going,faster,further. We don´t stop,we listen,we submit and keep going. No turning back. Nothing ahead of us but road. It never ends and I don´t want it to.Just us,this car,right here and now.In motion and still in time,right here in this moment. Bright colours dance in the wind,sway with the speed and play with us,tease and call. They play all around us and trick the eager wonderin

Drifter,For now,I drive,I drive,Forgive me Father -“Super-mega-hyper punch!Pooooow!” -“Derek!It’s time..get in the car already.” -“Cmon Lucky.It’s time for a new trip.”    Ah!The memories. Those were the times. On the road with dad.Exploring,going where the road takes us. Just us boys.Dad,me and Lucky. That dog loved a good road trip. The memories.Father,if only you could see me now. It’s like nothing has changed. All that’s missing,is you.    I got my car here. She has seen some mileage and has a couple of issues but she is still going strong.I don’t even know what would I do without this baby.She might be old but oh, she purrs like a kitten. I never got that car you promised me year after year, but it’s in the past. I would give everything away, just to bring those summer’s back.The innocence of a childhood and the love of a parent.At that point I could not even imagine the mess I would leave behind me. I got my new pup here as well. Lucky was a wild dog. In comparis