I want to go to the state fair in the middle of nowhere.
I want to close my eyes and feel the air on top of the ferris wheel.
I want to hold your hand and get lost in the bayou, live that southern life until my last summer, talk about how young we used to be over a country boil on the table.
The roller coaster whips me back into space. My eyes are open and it's all moving at a pace I can't process. You're right next to me, but we couldn't be further.
I clasp my hands to the sky above. I don't dare tell you that I'm in...