Dreams and reality almost interchangeable. Day obsessions into night, visions so vivid they become applied memories, important in conscious thinking as well as the un-.
Alcohol induced haze makes both states equally as tangible, pertinent.
Days spent sober to un-sober and back again. Conversation heavy, playful, leaving my head whirling. Balanced intensity of truth, assumption and unmeasured amounts of passion. A dangerous and dynamic duo.
Moments, multiplying, adding to a pattern of relationship. Almost impossible to recollect all at once as they continue on, unable to trace its entire lineage.
Photo adventures, city exploring to the outskirts of the state, to the coast, into the mountains. Even off the side of a backroad where the dirt bank was a perfect parking spot. Wandering in, getting too high on that joint, lost, eventually escaping by scaling the steep incline to the top of the road. How close we were to the actual point of entry. Laughing our heads off after the woods trauma, I decided I liked getting lost with you.
Day drinking at Kelley Point, the Sandy, that street, that neighborhood, wherever; I felt freed, amazing. Laughing with you, always laughing, it's always been my favorite part. The grins shared are beginning to show their layered levels. Passionately secretive and secretly passionate. Feeling empowered, over powered, I can't get enough of the mix. Nostalgic memory and excitement of fleeting intimacy twist in my brain, distract my thoughts. Drug-like, consuming and yet somehow, refreshing.
