~nekokawai

I always get home tired from seeing the girls late and I get no sleep before she calls. Like night trains crossing tracks, sometimes we collide in beautiful explosions. When we run out of things to do, we drive. When we run out of things to say, we kiss. She says she likes the way the streetlights stream across my face as we drive. I feel the solftness of her hands and I don't dare look at her. Because if I do, she'll disappear. Is that love or just dreaming? If she can explain it, I can explain the ocean and the waves and we would be perfect, almost.