In this world full of infinite possibilities you could well be someone familiar from the past or a possible someone important perhaps. If only had you just looked up once, I wouldn’t have to call you stranger anymore and we would then be both stuck in this loop of blissful ignorance until the cosmos tore us apart.
You turn on the stereo and I pull the windows down, resting my arm, flicking off my burning cigarette onto the dusty pavement, just barely alive. A static noise strikes the air and soon the music floods into the car, reminding me of simpler times when all I had to think about was school, homework and keep up with what’s new in town? I tap my fingers over the steering wheel as you pull back your seat, your feet over my dashboard, singing along religiously with your eyes closed to the world.
Another Tuesday, another day alive in a redefined world. It’s one pm and my paper thin curtains hangs still, a testimony to the warm windless weather outside. Golden rays like warm honey spill through my sheer white drapes and to my wooden floor as dusts like tiny flakes floats along the runway paved by the light shinning by.