October 28, 2011
It was a summer night, cool midnight air rushing through the windows. The music deafens me, my eyes focus on the road but I could almost forget that its there beneath me, in front of me, behind me. Reaching my hand over to the passenger seat just to feel alone. I know where I came from, where I am, and how fast I am going. But when I wake in the morning I'll be in the very same place. Years later I wonder what's changed. And why would I look back on what I thought was misery quite so fondly?