Sometimes I feel like I stole you. In those moments with the windows down, laughter echoing off the sunroof, lights flash in the rear view mirror and I never want to get caught. Beyonce all the way up, bass shaking my bones. A starlit quest for midnight cupcakes and grilled cheese. It’s these moments, the between point A and point B, that made us. We talk and talk, piecing together the chaos. The world fell apart and we danced in its ashes.
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Christopher Henley
Sometimes I feel like I stole you. In those moments with the windows down, laughter echoing off the sunroof, lights flash in the rear view mirror and I never want to get caught. Beyonce all the way up, bass shaking my bones. A starlit quest for midnight cupcakes and grilled cheese. It’s these moments, the between point A and point B, that made us. We talk and talk, piecing together the chaos. The world fell apart and we danced in its ashes.
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