Temple 1- Your First Look Inside a Comet
I feel like when I'm with you the situation is surreal.. Like that poster in my room of the guy standing in the ocean next to the escalator.. It's like what we talk about. What if when you die.. you get to watch a video of your entire life... What if these moments i'm with you.. are just clips i'm watching.. what if you did jump and we don't know it. Haha.. I feel like every line could be written down for some love novel. Like there could be a narrator in this truck with us. It's filled with nails and all supplies necessary for a carpenter.. Your favorite cd is playing in the backround. I love this cd.. I love this feeling. I'm in a tank top and you have your shirt off. I'm sitting indian style with my knees showing through the rips in my jeans.. holding my left ankle- with my right arm.. right ear pressed against - the left seat.. staring out the window. Your face is serious and your right hand is locked with my left. Your staring straight but when you feel me glancing left you glance right and the freckles in our eyes meet. What direction is this? My gaze veers out the window again and you pull your hand up and press your lips into my fingers. Our hands stay locked as you balance the truck and your bottle of apple juice..next to my bottle of green tea.. both covered in condensation. We've got the windows cracked.. so that slight noise of 75 mph is blowing into the truck. Your watching me looking down ripping apart green leaves and you say.. "everytime I hear that noise that your earings are making.. i'm going to think of you" I look at you and smile. You yank the wheel to the left and I'm stuck alone waiting for the next memory.