Chloe and I share the same restlessness. In our minds we're always somewhere else, lingering in childhood memories or dreaming of a fairy tale future. We expect that getting what we wish for will make us happy, but when we do we're already looking for another way out and a different perspective.
We sometimes wish we were ordinary, that we could be those girls in American Eagle Outfitters glitter tops and sequin dresses in the middle of the dance floor on a Saturday night at Strata. We imagine it when we start dressing up to go out, but the alcohol and opium cigarettes poison our minds and fuck up our values.
We spend hours in silence on the balcony, falling through our fantasies, waiting for the dark. Though we may never be at peace we'll always have each other.