driving on the van wyck scares me. overhead are rows and rows of roads, intertwining over and under each other. i can’t help but look up and hope i dont hit anything in between blinks. i used to be amazed at how you could spiral through the ramps, zip through lanes with music blasting. one time you taught me to pump gas. i can’t help but push that memory out of my head as i see the numbers rise. it seems like time cant go fast enough at moments like that. but now i drive on expressways. and you haven’t taught me that. and thats when i smile to myself. with every mile i drive further away.
