we're sitting in my car in an empty parking lot with heligoland from massive attack playing in the background, slowly making its way into the foreground.
the soundtrack of us, digging into our skulls and prying open the lobes of our brains.
ideals, suggestions and intent spilling onto the floor below, rising, and then dispersing into the air between.
consuming, enfolding, within.
she smokes a cigarette while i just breathe her in.
"this is comforting," i state with utmost honesty.
"you comfort me," she replies, smoke gently dissapating from her lit cigarette, poised perfectly in her cocked hand that rests upon her wrist and connected to a flawless, beautiful arm laid atop the passenger-side window.
this perspective makes me weak; beauty in limitless amounts.
"you complete me, completely," my hands collapse into my lap as my heart races within the security of my ribs.
she lays her left hand on my neck and cradles my face, her warm extension providing a saddening amount of comfort and clarity.
we don't dare say a word because we both know what we feel.