i want to escape, escape to the beach, with the intention to light off some load, breathing in fresh air, admiring the sunset, counting the stars, gazing at my moon and cuddling on a small small area of a mat of two, with the boy that i adore most, sniffing his scent of hugo, snuggling under his underarm, biting his flesh, messing up his waxxy hair, snatching his face towel, flirting and fighting and dissing, cracking knuckles, playing cards, checking out a floating highway, telling stupid stories of our very own, non-stop laughing at silly silly jokes, making weird promises and doze off when he pat me to sleep while watching me asleep.
and that is what i wanted to do because projects are being such a bitch.
