Claire

“She feels like the first drags of fresh cigaretter but last crunches of cherry suckers.
She feels like final coats of nail polish.
She feels like lines of coke.
She feels like knuckles you crack after a long day.
She feels like Miami rain.
She feels like empty football fields.
She feels like full stadiums.
She feels like absinthe.
She feels like dangling from a helicopter.
She feels like classical music.
She feels like standing on a motorcycle.
She feels like train tracks.
She feels like frozen yogurt.
She feels like destroying a piano.
She feels like rooftops.
She feels like fleeing from cops.
She feels like stitches.
She feels like strobe lights.
She feels like blue carnival bears.
She feels like curbs at 2 am.
She feels like Cupid's Chokehold.
She feels like running through Chicago.
She feels like 1.2 million dollars.
She feels like floors.
She feels like everything he's ever wanted in life.
[…] “I love you more than I planned.”
― Julez, Duplicity