Soul searchin

The perks in life consist of sitting alone at a  coffee  shop  with nothing but music in your ears and a pen with a pad, a bottle of wine and a joint on the rooftops of Belgium, the festivals that never leave your mind at peace, blurred nights in rotterdam on the metro, and the bus, the feeling of being surrounded by the nature of good energy for once.. It consists of driving on the highway with my head on my lovers lap as the music plays through the car speakers, laying on his chest as he sings quietly, sitting across from him under the broad daylight streaming through the window of coffee shops, the dead ends and empty parking lots where we would make love in suspense, the bed where I would snore, loud or soft as he strokes my hair and let's me sleep, the slow dances to smooth jazz and the bottles of red and white wine that we would share, decorating the fake tree as tall as the ceiling, crossing railroad tracks attached to a bridge high above water, attempting to pay attention to a movie at the drive in while our tension rises in the heat of the moment and we make love in the back, Christmas morning at his mothers, sweetest day in my

Study room, his grandfather's introduction. Who is to say it's ever lasting?