(hard) keys

public safety broke my id.

well, no. not really. i sat on it and it cracked. they just failed to program it correctly.

consequently. i have to use my lovely set of hard keys to get my lonesome self into my room.

i love using my hard keys. i like the way they jingle. clank. and weigh my pocket down. and that they're incredibly hard to lose. i feel grown up for once in my life, and in a way, these keys have turned my dorm room into an apartment which i can call my own. they make me long for the future; i can smell its breath on the tip of my tongue. it entices me, playfully. and i'm lovin it.

it's been three weeks and i haven't felt the need to fix the problem...




gah. let's move. you and i. away from here. far far away. from wheaton. from college. from childhood.

in fact, let's go to portland. we can drive. just you and i. with the wind, cascading over the tips of our fingers, will come our freedom; the warmth in our laughter is all the love we will need. our kisses will quench our thirst, our embraces will fill our hunger. let's drop it all and leave. they might miss us, but we surely won't miss them.