you’re the perfect catalyst for my late night fantasies. snapshots of the future, my future, so simply intertwined with yours. they’re nothing special, these midnight daydreams. i am long wild curly hair, flowing viciously with the wind in an open-roofed car. i am a white fisherman’s sweater and violets pressed invisibly into my skin. i am patchwork pants, and doodle-filled moleskin note books. i am a collection of polaroids and disposable cameras. i am the one who doesn’t quite fit; ethereal; so far from common place. i no longer am trapped in the awkward stages of high-school, doubt clouding my mind and eerie confusion trapped in my brain.