Wrapped around you like posters stapled to telephone poles, freezing cold, walking home. The air here isn't clean, so I breathe you in. And exhale to the beat of your heart. The smell of stale cigarette smoke clings to every piece of clothing you own but I don't mind, it's better than something that doesn't remind me of you. Documenting this moment in my head, taking a mental picture in a futile attempt to capture the essence that is the present. I don't ever want to leave your side. Too scared to close my eyes for fear that you'll be gone when I open them again. Through tying strings to my wrists trying to remember you. Why don't we just live in this minute and love for a bit longer. Smile. Click. Mental capture.
Soundtrack:
West Coast - Coconut Records
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