Friday, December 24, 2010
i could scribble endless ramblings down the the back of your hand, down the lines of your arm. the whole world would be our canvas. we'd dance through the empty streets. like paupers. or kings. like we owned the world. and breathe. the lingering wisps of white. bright colours. neon signs. the streetlights blurring into each other. melding. and silent screams. hidden. we're floating on. helium balloons. lost in the music and the time of the day.
it doesn't matter. anymore. a concentrated dose of pure ecstasy. coursing through my veins. pure joy. no needles please. we're someplace else altogether. we could take on the world together. invincible. nothing's going to stop us now. we've got too much to give. too much to live.
tumbling through the bedsheets. an expanse of pure white. feather. down. unadulterated adrenaline. every cell. awakened. we're finally alive.
i could seriously hug the whole world right now.