“What makes you happy? What do you want? Tell me Everything.” -Leo

Threads of me are stretching across a muddy sea of thoughts. A sea on a side of the world I’ve never been. I’m in limbo. What do I want? Bare feet, dancing, the taste of tequila on my lips, and laying next to a fire on hard sand, the taste of you. “You’re the honey and the moon” is playing in my head, and I never want to leave here. I could stay here with you, you know? I’m playing make-believe. You’re a gypsy and I’m just a runaway for the night. I could never follow you, you roam too long and far. For the next seven days I’ll pretend I’m going with you and when I crawl back into my nest on the colder side of the moon I’ll swim in these moments with you as I drift into honey-moon filled dreams. I cross my fingers, arms and toes that you’ll meet me there one day when there’s nowhere left for you to roam.