Just the other day, I decided to clean out my car.
The floor was littered with trash, coins, and cd's, all creating one enormous mess.
Through all the debris, between the creases of crinkled McDonald's wrappers,
Underneath the seats, lining the cd's are all the memories we've created together.
Every item, be it of trash or of material value, holds a degree of sentimental value.
Dirt smeared on the floor reminds me of wild night skateboarding and wrecking havoc around the mall.
Adrenaline pumping through our blood, mindless thoughts flowing through our heads,
Our only trail the trail of mischief.
Muffled sounds of laughter and music could be heard through the windows.
Crumpled up Taco Bell bags bring the nights of anguish and stress to my mind.
The times we spent talking for hours while devouring Soft Taco Supremes seem like yesterday.
Clearly I remember chasing the skunk across Route 12 to Taco Bell, then to an abandoned house.
Though my car may be clean, the memories live on in it's spirit.
Though we may move on in life, the memories live on in our spirits.
9/13/2002
