there's definite security in that van- it's there every day

a comfort zone that always drives away

without it's headlights on.

there's a whole lot of commotion for the coming summer.

"i need summer," "i can't wait any longer."

i don't know.

hell, just last week i swore to God that i wouldn't wake up again until it was June- and that I could just taste it.

My clock is ticking and i just don't know.

the same thing every year- i can't wait until summertime. but every summer it's the same thing, it's nothing too memorable.