maybe it's the weather.
maybe it's the midterms week.
maybe it's the books i'm so engrossed with yet.
maybe i just don't jave anything to put in here. as can be evidently seen.
whatever it is, things just float on by, days just cruise on through, and there's no place else i find myself than here drifting and wallowing in the breeze that comes to take me away. and sometimes it whirls up to a gale that gets me caught up in it, helpless for anything.
ah well, i'm still alive, though everytime the jeep i'm in pumps its pistons to a frenzy, the eidetic memory whips up this swift flash of screeching tires, crashing bumpers, and flailing bruised limbs. how often has that happened..
well not yet actually, but i keep on wanting it to, that it just might.
maybe one of these days.