big dreams

August drifted by as a surprise, like it never even existed. I spent the days feeling old things, and small moments like concentrating on flicking the ashes off a cigarette from the window of your car and looking over at you mouthing the words to this song while squinting at the afternoon sun.

The air smelled like damp asphalt and the rising heat made squiggly shapes in the air like a magic trick. You’re riding solo backed by a bittersweet symphony and we’re going anywhere.