I wish I could take polaroids in my mind to store in files that would be catagorized according to the year.
Then, I would be able to take mind pictures of you while you lie tangled in the red cotton sheets, breathing slowly, your long lashes casting shadows on your face.
Or I could take pictures of my girlface with a cigarette between her lips, eyes gazing at some faraway object that only she can see.
And I could even capture girlface number two laughing at some joke you said, her eyes expressing her happiness.

There would also be black and white pictures of random things. Like the way the sun sets over the highway, like the way the child runs around the water fountain. Or how some girl clutches at a bouquet of flowers from a first love.

Falling over memories and melancholy. Crawling over tears and hurting so bad.

breathe // dream

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