Illegalities

Singing along to the way that our musical memories melt together, we pretend that we've known each other forever. We can take a little step backward into the streets outside of your home along the stream and wander until we've lost ourselves in our own backyard. It's a mysterious pot of illegalities inside of our unconsciousness since we've understood that we will always understand. Baking cinnamon buns and coffee make the morning time seem better next to the starry eyed remembrances of last evening. It could have been a dream. Locationally significant, chronologically relevant, and chemically potent, there is something about the calculation of your laugh plus my lips that makes everything taste more like cuisine and less like cooking. Think about me when you're walking away and wonder when you're going to run into me today. It's a moment of escape inside a lifetime of walls. Let's read the map upside down and pretend we can't find our way home tonight. I pinky promise that it will be worth it.