my mind's been a mess since i was cognitive-
helplessly following the words and hearts of those whom i just cannot resist.
i told Machu today to never lose her innocence -the love for life that we once could not repress-the two of us walking down 6th street-amazed by odd shaped trees or machines that looked like characters. we would laugh at anything out of sincerity -never forcing anything-and spray paint our best friends who we were obsessed with.
i am the advocate for your favorite false attempts in recovering your past or your lost best friend.
i am nostalgic for good and bad reasons.
i am in the backseat of a car
driving 600 miles away from/to you.