Oral sex joke.
It's sort of like trying to balance walking down railroad tracks while beautiful lyrics wash over you on a perfect fall day.
It's sort of like laying on a driveway, talking for hours, not performing, not judging, not being judged, caring about everything and nothing at the same time.
It's sort of like standing on stage in the darkness, being completely terrified, but forcing yourself to let go and close your eyes and smile.
It's sort of like crying in front of a group of people you had hoped would never see you cry, and growing closer in understanding because of it.
It's sort of like being saracastic, and genuine, being loved and loving more, existing in reality and dreaming at the same time.
It's sort of like seeing yourself in someone else.
It's sort of like a perpetual awkward moment that you settle into and wish would last forever.
It's wishing that moments really could be infinite and that people could be infinite, and that they even cared to be.
It's wishing that passion was enough.
It's mine.
It's sort of like laying on a driveway, talking for hours, not performing, not judging, not being judged, caring about everything and nothing at the same time.
It's sort of like standing on stage in the darkness, being completely terrified, but forcing yourself to let go and close your eyes and smile.
It's sort of like crying in front of a group of people you had hoped would never see you cry, and growing closer in understanding because of it.
It's sort of like being saracastic, and genuine, being loved and loving more, existing in reality and dreaming at the same time.
It's sort of like seeing yourself in someone else.
It's sort of like a perpetual awkward moment that you settle into and wish would last forever.
It's wishing that moments really could be infinite and that people could be infinite, and that they even cared to be.
It's wishing that passion was enough.
It's mine.