mind dust - a compilation

1:46 a.m.

you stumbled in to my car at 1:46 AM, your bright eyes wide and the soft curls of your hair draped over your forehead messily. truly drunk. and fuck, how you can still look absolutely perfect while you're absolutely wasted is beyond me. the ability for me to romanticize your intoxication is probably fucked up, but looking at you while you're in the passengers seat of my shitty car mumbling the lyrics to a blink 182 song- i cant help but for my rationality to be blinded by that iridescent smile painted across your lips. and god, i dont even know why you're smiling at this point but i silently thank god for whatever sends you that rush of happiness because it's responsible for that grin that shines almost as bright as the street lights reflecting in your eyes as you turn to look at me and scrunch up your nose, causing the constellations of freckles to collide together and you're lacing my free hand in to yours as you ask me what i'm thinking about with that sweet giggle, my favorite sound in the whole universe and i don't know how to respond because how am i supposed to explain that you're the embodiment of all the light in my life- a single ray of brightness and a smile so illuminating it could put the stars to shame- when yours has glimpses of city lights following you everywhere you go?