Okay, here is it again. I feel like a country song when I'm with you. Like the world is full of cowboy steps and everyone's greeting each other while giving back pats, beer bottle clinks and a guy on the corner with the oversized fedora is strumming a banjo and his thick cigarette lazily perches between his yellow teeth. I also feel like freedom, sitting on a passenger seat next to you, driving in a desert road to nowhere, the radio's only playing old songs and in my hand a polaroid camera clicking in every glance you steal, revealing about eleven pictures of your side profiled smile with your eyes heading to the road. Also, I really like how your eyelashes curve into the wind, they always are friendly with the warm morning light. Sometimes I wonder where are these visions coming from, it's like a slightest form of human affection can make you traverse your own fantasy in an explosive manner. Then again, we all get a bit eccentric when it comes to love. I guess it is capable of manipulating dreams and emotions, waving both at once until we're able to do something we never thought we could.
It really is magical.
