SPEED

It's as if Friday didn't go according to plan - and thank God for that. Everything glows in neon, people are geared up for ‘full steam ahead,’ and there is no “later” or ‘think about it some more.’ Just drive coursing through your veins, and someone nearby with whom you can speed up to a state of ‘whatever.’ Not love, not friendship, not madness - but something in between, at the speed of light. When it's burning and you don't want to put it out.