seaway.

My hands are cold; i can still taste the mint gum in your lips.

I turn it down so I can hear you in this silence, so I can hear you breathing though we’re fighting.

You kiss my cheek right in the middle of it all, the sun starts to rise; I take the wheel and touch your hand as your eyes are closing. I press it down to feel the breeze in my hair, to feel the breeze in my face. You hold me tight; I see the sparkles in the sea, the crystal water shining through the window.