i wish, for a day, we could say anything we’ve ever wanted. everything that pops into our minds when we get caught up in a song while driving above the speed limit down el camino real. i wish you could tell me you think i’m pathetic for taking life too seriously, and i could tell you i think you’re disgusting for making it all a joke. and we could argue about religion. and then we could just say fuck you, we could scream it at the top of our lungs. and then a few minutes after, once the steam blows over, we could make some sexual references and be alright with getting things off of our chest. and we’d lay in bed and i’d play with your hair for a little while as we closed our eyes. we’d attempt to coax our insecurities with lies like, ‘i am beautiful’ and ‘people are good at heart’. we’d feed ourselves cliches. and then, then tomorrow, we’d forget about yesterday.