i feel like going on a drive. i want to absorb myself in music and let the scenery go along with it. i want to think about you while i smoke my cigarette and analyze what we are. to ponder what i am to you as i glance over to an empty passenger seat. i'm just fine on my own, but i'd rather not be.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
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