I used to search for you in my daydreams. I wondered what ride you were on in that moment. If I could catch a glimpse when you might jet by on your next chase.
If I was lucky enough to spot you as the sun was setting, I’d wave wildly until you’d spiral around to land in front of me so I could hop inside. Without having any idea where we were going or how you were traveling so fast, I would calmly cast aside my worry, cynicism and distrust. Sit back. Let the sound of your music – and the smell of that air freshener – wash over me.
After all these years, you showed up again today. I find myself slipping into that familiar state of mind as you hypnotize me with your childlike excitement, so sincere. My favorite thing is to put all of my focus into watching you chase your next impulse. My piqued curiosity fuels your wonder. The energy grows between us until we glow so bright that I can’t see. But I can feel it. I can feel you cast the warmth of your charm, like glitter on to each living thing along our path.
Some might say I lose myself in you, in these daydreams. Who’s to say what’s real and what’s a dream anyway? My old practical way of thinking kept me from realizing I could actually live within the dream. Now I choose to get lost with you, where nothing else matters except to timelessly explore new worlds, through each other’s minds. Let’s go again and again.