understanding in a car crash
got into a super duper car accident with eric and mike around 2 p.m. on tuesday. i'm surprised i only have bruises and scratches-- i shouldn't even be alive with the impact that we took. of course i'm in suicide seat, a.k.a. front passenger seat. but i wore my seatbelt and got the airbag treatment. i'm still alive. that's all i can say. and i'll never look at a bulldozer the same way. even though we're all okay, i keep on thinking and keep on dreaming about horrible things. what if mike were to sit in the front? he wouldn't wear a seatbelt, and maybe that'd be it for him. thank god i was in suicide seat and not him. he only got a piece of glass in the face from the windshield on my side and eric's only sore, maybe a few bruises. i can't believe we're all okay. and i'll never feel so happy to fall on my knees and touch the dirty, wet pavement again in my life.
Splintered piece of glass falls, in the seat, gets caught
These broken windows, open locks, reminders of the youth we lost
In trying so hard to look away from you
we followed white lines to the sunset
I crash my car everyday the same way
i just wish i didn't dream about it.
dan, something tells me you'll make you're way to reading this. i read your last entry about making amends. i just want you to know that i miss you and that i hope we can talk when you get back.
so much to think about...
til next time.
~*s.h.a.d.e._m.e.i.s.t.e.r.*~