off my mind.

right now i am exhausted and still thinking about you. last night i got you off my mind. a high speed chase through a slumbering neighborhood, real as my fingers gripped the wheel, and then again as my fingers palmed those rocks. still, you would creep in at the edges of the scene. a distant smear of yellow across a canvas of green just before the rocks hit. i could feel it would happen, for i laid down and was swarmed with thoughts of you, plaguing me as i laid carefully searching through that painting hanging absent-mindedly on the living room wall. so there was a crash. shouting, running, swerving, stopping, shaking. that was all it took. no more thoughts of you. until today. then an empty school brought you back as i sped down the highway and back here. i'm starting to think it doesn't matter. it does. i can't make up my mind. i wish more meth-ravaged souls would distract me. they are so good.