Sanoja: In Reverent Fear. Santa Ana.

Seven hours until sunrise, i would rather drive than sleep. these lights, these memories. freeways are like pinhole ceilings. the stares they exchange in the classroom. i know they wish for downtown friday nights. street lights shine perfect memories and this calm makes me believe in us again. the beauty of the intangible. i paint your body next to me in this car, but i try to forget. take back your pictures of you. and you can bet i wont forget your heartless running. candy apple frowns, make me believe your caramel isn't that sweet. "never forget what it did to you." i would rather not carry the pieces around, standing over my grave, dying more and more everyday