knives1

i want to sit and count the thoughts in your head, i want to fly over giant cites on the back of a giant bird and see all the things that i've only seen in pictures. i want to breathe smoke. give me a lighter so i can go play, give me smiles and kisses and tell me about your past. point and pause and describe where and how you got each and every scar on your body. i want to know you.