sweet melodies float on the breeze and i'm flying at a million miles an hour down a road with open windows and bright moonlight. i can think of no better companion than the driver, and can tell no better story than the one that is being unfolded by the moments that pass by.

i think of my mini me, and how i miss her so. it has only been a few days since i saw her last, but i try to imagine what a lifetime would be without that smile and face and those words of confidence and it makes me want to cry. it is almost over, and i am crying on the inside, but smiling on the outside, distant in my crumbling facade.

strange what emotions are evoked on moonlit drives.

slow down car, slow down, its almost over, but im not ready to leave, not quite yet not quite yet.