Yesterday the sticky pavement reflected my desperation in its thirst.
I poured some water out to cool it down and metaphorically make myself feel better while trying to recall the phone numbers for some exlovers. I couldn't.
I lied to myself and said it was a good thing but it felt like loosing the middle piece of a puzzle.
When I stumbled over the name of his car - I just about lost my mind.
The Valient - will someday be a name that I'll need. Just for a story.
Today the ground changed colors under my feet.
Im running with ideas - a little too far and fast.
Ended up crying at my desk - mouring past plans and the loss of summer in the same breath as the death of my brother's friend.
And I found myself looking forward to the winter.
It felt like adultery.
I'm dreaming about the sexy cold & dark
becasue my hot, tanned blonde just isn't putting out.
And it's all up in the air anyway.
Someday I'll be moving far away from this place.
That valient will get scrapped for parts.
And all that will remain is a foolish name for a catalyst of disaster.
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