I wish you were here. I wish i could put you on that terrace with me and we could sit there are all weekend, and shoot the breeze, and drink and drink and eat and be merry.
I wish it was like that right now.
I wish i had more control of it, but i suppose i appreciate that i dont, it makes those moments better i guess.
Wishes, what are those anyways? But I still wish it fish.
I keep thinking that one day I can do exactly what i want, get exactly what i live for .
But what i live for is totally something that cant be controlled, and thats maybe sad, and maybe strange, but its certainly special.
All i really live for, are those moments, those moments like the one with fi. Where youre on a terrace, or a parking lot, or dock making out, Or whatever, in you parents house in the basement. Just those places, those little pockets in life that suddenly reveal themselves to you, without warning, indiscriminately.
Theres no telling when then will come, but they always do. And i always ache for loss of the last one and the yearn for the next one.
Im just addicted to these 5 minute to hour long pockets of my life that i keep discovering, where there is very little distance between myself and someone, without warning, without reason, and I am so incredibly at peace with everything. I could die in that moment, and really, it would be fine.
I wish i could even try to convey but theres just no way,
theres no way,
-me
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