Monday, I've got Friday on my mind. - Easybeats
im missing you @ 4:34 p.m. on 2003-02-03
It's the routine Monday. Taking a different route to school wouldn't even change that. Going to school is just a drag. Monday's definitely don't make that any greater.
I sat in the car before school, listening to Kid Rock. I rested my head on the dashboard, breathing in the heat. The bass pounded in my chest. The treble echoed in my head.
My stomach muscles are churning, pulling, twisting. I hope it's the exercises and not the monthly evil. It's probably a little of both but I like to be optimistic. It's my sanity.
We're discussing the Coriolis effect. I compare it to myself. Like winds move toward the lower pressure, I do too. My own (emotional) front rolls over me.
My stomach continues to stretch.
My mind wanders. Spins.
...
Images of her plane flying down the airways. The mighty machine that carry her to my open arms skid across the runway, a black and white film strip playing through the trapezoidal window. I await the year that freedom greets me. I am assured that in time...it will. And I will embrace it. I will gratefully embrace her.
I have been avoiding human contact for the better part of the day.
I didn't bring my wallet today, but was sure to stuff your picture in my pocket before I left the house. And then I placed it neatly between the pages of my Cliff Notes.
I take it out in class from time-to-time. Your lips tease the camera. They tease me. Inside, I giggle...your cuteness. I restrain myself from kissing your picture.
I just feel like letting out a big sigh.
I miss you.