12/22/10

the last few days of the year fly by. years blend; faces never can stay the same. i’ve been trying to remember you. sometimes, i wonder if we ever actually met. i’m sitting in my car, listening to the songs that only i seem to enjoy. it’s funny how people come and go in parking lots but never seem to stay. sometimes, my life feels like a parking lot. the spots are like vehicular graves.

we’re buried everyday.