Been driving with the windows down because my street finally smells like jasmine and the wind’s touching my neck where people won't.
And all I’m thinking of right now is how nice it feels to be held.
As if intrinsic human singularity is met with a powerful counterargument:
That if you’re held close enough, and with enough intention, and for enough time,your singularity will start to question its own oneness,and break down that which limits you to yourself, and the other to their own.
No, not yet.
Driving with the windows down will simply have to do.