i was kidknapped

i got trapped inside your car when i was kidknapped last winter, i'm next to you, against brown cracked leather.  there's snow outside and my life dances in the air way up north as we drive across the plane.  im like the cherokee i'm putting feathers in my hair, i painted with berries on my face, but the birds gone south and the berries couldn't be found. i rode in your car and you touched my wounded head and proceeded down and i felt like i was in bed.  I dont look at you or the snow, the frost on the glass, my breath...smoke signals.  you touched my head.  kidknapped