Rain doesn't wait for anyone, running as fast as he can to the car and leaving her behind - you'll both be drenched by morning.  With the windows rolled up and the steam circumventing every surfaces between their faces from their hands to the fake leather seats, deep drums pound on the roof until they're silenced by the sun.  Breaths in time, taken in stride, believed that there will always be a next - for there is still so much to be done and seen.  She's wishless, he's relentless, won't give up until her bare feet are on the same path as his.  Tortured existence is only pretty for so long, until you end up with your eyes peeled back in a bathtub full of day old water and the promise of a better life elsewhere.  Baked into the cracks of his skin by the sun, breathless wonderings about love and what the hell is happening here in this car right now?  Palm pressed to cheek, words stumbled over and apologies made to night skies towering above cities in the distance.   Qu'est-ce que cela?  Even in the most literal translation, he cannot answer, because everything's happened so fast and this apartment has become so crowded with thoughts of past wishes and dwellings on women other than the one next to him that life is simply a blur, and that scene in the car never happened, and he hasn't been in love for quite some time now.  Hand in hand walking through the streets of the first city they ever fell in love with, both in a trance, wondering who will wake them up from this existence that was nothing but a dream at one point... has become a monotonous recurring nightmare, not to scare, but to drown.  She should have known when he left her in the rain, he should have left but she asked him too nicely to stay.

  The XX - Crystalised | unofficial T.S.H RMX | by T.S.H