It’s not enough to want it all. I need limitless connection and the hum of a sweet melody perpetually playing in my ears. When I glance across this crowded park and lock eyes with a stranger, I am captivated by what could be. Not between me and them, not between them and their listless lovers scattered throughout this great city, but rather I am captivated by the beauty of not knowing a damn thing except in this moment we have collided. Collision always wears a negative fleece but I crave collision. Presentation always pretty; neatly wrapped in romance but hiding savagery beneath the initial layer. The nail biting, knee knocking, butterflies of change that have been welcomed with the summer heat. An uncertainty that echos relentlessly through the ocean air but won’t last until winter’s chilling arrival.
