who wants to b reasonable.
don’t think about tomorrow.
I don’t want to b good.
I want to chase the never-ending wind, sleep in the sands and let the waves take me in. I want to drink until the landscape is a blur, run while raindrops kiss my cheeks, and forget there is a tomorrow.
He told me, stay.
My heart tugged on those 4 letters but my head pricked my skin with goosebumps because I knew like the sun and tornadoes, his warmth will wrap me up until I fall before he takes its all away.
Like waves and tsunami, he’ll cleanse me of my worries, hug my feet as they tiptoe on the sand before his love crashes and strips away my sanity.