Saturday, February 20, 2010


Every time we fight I want to get in my car and leave. I want to go far away from this place, from you, from me. I want to drive to the end of the country, and back again. Blast Metallica on the 5 freeway and forget that any of it ever happened. To be alone with my thoughts,and to just breathe.

And then I do.
I breathe.
I breathe in the smell of rain.
I breathe in the smell of rain and realize that this won't last forever.

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