As he switched on the car radio. On 98.3 FM, he heard a familiar line.
“And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing’s as it seems…”
He smiled and kept driving his car. This song had so much of meaning in his life. The lyrics were like the words he actually wanted to tell someone. Just that, he was not really that good in expressing himself in the way that he wanted to.
He accelerated his car and it sped on.
“Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of the fall..”
He drove on.