shall we?

Let's have a gas station romance, an insomniac future, a revolution. Calling all runaways and commitment-phobes - we can build sand castles and cloud constellations, take midnight bike rides that leave us starry-eyed and wanting more; when our voices get scratchy in our throats we'll shout even louder. I want to spill out my secrets to strangers, create intimacies and miracles and then vanish into a new reality.