Monday, Apr. 15, 2002 | 2:45 p.m.

windows open

punk music blaring

driving a hundred thousand miles an hour

with no where to go

and no one to see

but the memories keep me company and i smile as i think of you and us so my mind flits about and i've got homework and cleaning and laundry but i don't really care because today is a good day and i feel like when i found you i uncovered this buried treasure and all i want to do is bask in the impossibility of it all and bathe in the riches of you.