Time Flying

How amazing. It's hitting me how much time has gone by while I was just trying to get by. It feels like a year, maybe, but it's actually been more than two. Last night I was driving home thinking how little it mattered if I got pulled over. See, I've been worried about cops nearly every time I've driven for the last year almost, so it's odd to be all street legal again. How fabulous. It got me thinking about the last time (and actually the only time) I was pulled over. That was like two years ago. Unbelievable. I feel like all that time was a dream, sort of. Life, covered by some sort of veil. It's interesting, in going back to school, I feel like I have returned to where I left off almost. It's cool, it's all still there waiting for me. And I'm still here for better or worse. Will we ever know why?