"desperate times call for desperate measures"

I would be happy too -
with wanderings that will no doubt lead
to where our hearts will forever be.

Although my fast times with the scar shaken skin of him has ended, I did learn some things from the better half. Like, how to drive to Canada legally impaired and pick up change on the streets to cross the border again. Or, how to see what you want and take it. How to make scraps into exactly what you need. All I hope is that one day he sees it as I do.

In Greek it means "not place", and I agree Utopia is a feeling. Through all our scrambled synapses and ambiguous mistakes, the core has lasted in this friendship and looks good for it's age. You can't erase what is forever, only secure the past and unlock the future - we've made sure to always have the key.
Then: it was red cars and harsh boys, wind in long hair, refuting responsibility, thirteen year old misinformed hate for our creators - God and our genes. We wanted sugar sweet pop beats.
Now: different, but strangely the same. We have respect for our mothers and driver's licenses, beds in different states and calendars with too many dates. Oh, but we run to each other no matter the hour or the money we don't have. Scream lyrics we understand and hit dashboards with shaking hands. You know my dreams and remind me when I forget.
"I wanted you, I wanted these treasures"