Summertime thoughts

She’s like a volcano, Cool and calm on the surface, But, Lord, she has lava running through her veins.

But once you’ve said “I love you”, your kisses have a different taste.

Have a mind that is open to everything, and attached to nothing.

Stars float their lights over the ocean. Waves splash against my knees. Deep are my thoughts. I am high by the sea.

I hate small talk. I want to talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, faraway galaxies, music that makes you feel different, memories, the lies you’ve told, your flaws, your favourite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurities and fears. I like people with depth, who speak with emotion from a twisted mind.

To gain freedom is to gain simplicity.