and i remember all the fragrances and all the ones that kissed the top of my nose
the wind that went through my hair like a stream in a mountain peak, and the way my sleeves smelled like maple syrup because i was so careless eating waffles where i sat my ass on my couch and watched yo gabba gabba because the remote didn't work and i didn't care. because i was laughing at what my mind was thinking and i was laughing at how i didn't care what i was glancing up at to know that a million little kids were actually getting knowledge off of this shit. and i remember hearing the door slam and i remember smiling and showing my teeth at you and i didn't care if i had something in my teeth from the million french fries we ate, that i could barely devour as fast as you. and i just remember that inifinite feeling i felt driving in that shitty car with those people i barely ever fucking hang out with, that wanted me there, and i wanted to be there and we all wanted each other's company because company is good sometimes. even by people you barely even talk to because you can be yourself in front of them and you can laugh and feed each other taco's in the backseat of a clicking car that is barely pieced together correctly. and i can feel the cold october air hissing in my ears and swiping past my strands of hair like the million credit cards that were swiped at the mall that we drove to for no apparent reason that was closed. THAT WINDOW THAT KEPT CREEKING EVERY TIME WE OPENED IT TO ASK A HASPANIC LADY IF THE STORE WAS CLOSED BECAUSE ALL WE WANTED TO DO WAS VANDALIZE THINGS AND ALL WE WANTED TO DO WAS WALK AROUND AIMLESSLY WITH NO AUTHORITY.

i laughed so hard at the smiplest things.

i'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl that has found herself.
and her place is in that car and at those moments where we walked hand in hand and swung at the park, and sat and glanced at the city scape and the orange sky and the cloud that looked like two people having sex. and i'm loving this skipping music and this shitty tuned guitar, but i'm still gonna write my story in a word document and i'm still gonna strum this guitar and try my best to know what to say and know what do.
i love that foggy white room with different strobe lights fucking with our eyes trying to give us epileptic seizures but refused because all that mattered to us was at that moment and that time, we were holding hands and following the orange rope that led us to the exit we didn't want to go to because it felt like a time machine and the end of the world. my heart was racing and so was yours but you said you saw my silhouette in the midst of everything that was going on in that fog- induced- strobe- light- flashing room. all we needed was our imagination and our surroundings and our hands, and once we got out. i felt like we came back to reality but not quite because,
i love highway music and i really like the wind and i really like the tree leaves swaying in the frigid wind that once kissed my nose at that little nook where we were on that highway painted with yellow and white lines that we didn't follow.

there's no such thing as a straight line, and there's no such thing as following and there's no such thing as not singing lalalalalala in your head.

because YOU can
HE can
WE ALL CAN.