I wrote this at 6:30 without sleep

While Listening to passenger by death cab for cutie I took a look into a world parallel to ours. So I’m sorry for errors in the writing, my visions still blurry from that gander.

Crow meet dove
I am your opposite
And still we get along better then the best of duos.
I belong by your side always.
Sitting in the passenger seat, feet up on the dashboard. The windows rolled down, wind playing with my hair, screaming in my ear and moving around my hand out side of the car. We’re laughing. You’re eyes crinkle at their ends, laugh lines look incredible on you. The sun is warm on tanned skin, and we’re alive. In love. Enjoying the indulgence of each other’s company. I get to stare mercilessly falling harder behind sunglasses. A fantasy I long to recreate..I lost myself. Caught up in a dream and lost in paradise that’s as simple as going to the grocery store together. I intended to describe how different we are. And instead I’ve taken a short glance into a reality we could create together. Where white winged doves and crows dark as pitch find the reason to coincide.