It's 1 in the morning and I'm thinking about
all the possibilities of someday,
and what you would say to me right now
if you were lying next to me.
Confidently unsure, probably high,
listening to crickets outside,
tangleing your legs with mine,
You. Philosophy major. Addicted to coffee. Studying film,
but you can't even sit still
for ten to fifteen minutes
and that's too bad because
I want to talk to you for much,
much longer than that.