old times, old friends remembering old times, off secrets told across the locker room benches, basement talk. i remember australia, i remember those times. just got to get some. single minded, determined, and focused. naive times, you know. i'm using periods a lot more now, like these form complete thoughts or something like that sleep schedule wrong, not right, too much, too little, too late like other things in my life going home is travelling through time returning to days of old, wishing i took the time to have a fire last night, on that bricked firepit in the backyard, sweet smelling apple wood bringing light to the night, drying the wet grass underneath the full moon. allison rae, i wonder where she is now? i see that house, next to the church, and only wonder, what would have happened if she hadn't moved, if she wasn't going to college? what then? only noone knows, only knowone noughs