I'd Rather Forget

It was a hot day but I still went for a drive. I had no idea where I was going. I didn't care where I ended up. I kept my speed under limit as I turned into unknown streets, only fleetingly glanced at the scene I was passing by. I eventually found a freeway entrance and the direction read East. I drove up the ramp without hesitation. It was still so hot. The spring sun couldn't wait for summer. I rolled my windows up and turned off my a/c. I was basking in my sauna of a car. Tears were running down my face nonstop, blurring my vision. I was sweating at the same time. So freaking hot but I didn't mind. I felt the sweat and tears intermingle. I didn't know if I was sweating more or crying more. I wanted to convince myself that it's actually sweat rolling down all over my face. That it was actually the sun, only the sun that is causing my suffering. This way, I knew that all I needed to do was turn up my a/c and I'd be fine. Just perfectly fine.