dark cloudy bars, shiny cadillac cars.
we drove into the desert. we drove into death: the sun was so white and rare and rich on our bare legs, and it shone on us until the water had gone from our limbs. we were made thin, dry, stone strong but delicately so. we were drowning in sand and freedom and blue; the sky was so wide, so fucking wide and deep and defiantly limitless that i was scared. scared into thinking that we would be immortal and infinite, because how could you not feel that way under that goddamn sky, that blue, that wind in your eyes. i felt timeless. i believed. i believed the moment would never end, that we would be driving in the desert for the rest of our lives; we were revolutionaries, god's children, on the verge of disappearing. we were young, ageless, saved, fucked, terrified, ecstatic with the possibility of forever. and if the car had broken then, if we had run out of gas, if night had crashed down upon us, i would have opened my arms to the world and slept in the sand and dreamt of soft deadly oceans and had no fear.