I want to know your story. I want to see your eyelids flit open and shut, touch them as delicately as I do the pages of my favorite book, which on second thought isn’t all that delicately due to my tendency to regard everything in a sort of tumultuous manner, because it is only worth loving if it can handle me. I want to open your mouth and climb into it, navigate across your teeth like they are mountains in that place I have always wanted to go backpacking through and slide down into you and get lost in your story.
do you ever think about how much more dramatic your life would be if Coldplay songs were constantly playing in the background of everything that happened?