The Searcher

The Searcher Has begun its inevitable journey of gas pumping life. It has been cursed to roll the earth in constant search of.... Its magneto spins a charge of empty destinations and unfulfilled gratification. Contentness is not an option. It must roam the river beds and mountain tops from coast to coast in search of an empty promise from its creator. The only protection it receives is from the salt and debris released by the under carriages of 18 wheelers in the night. Its pilot is released to only one other two wheeled being that it can tollerate, simply because they share the same creator. The internal rumble of The Searcher rings like the ears of an old machinist with no end leading it to thoughts of self destruction and despair. It wears black and is unkept out of pure nature and lack of everything that is good. It feels no emotion and moves instinctively under the control of one mans hand. Rejection is where it thrives and detection is where it rides. The Searcher is alone and in search of......