the king and I

[threeplusfire]

I wish you could see me now, because it's something. Driving fast down back grounds in my mother's larger than life Explorer, with the windows down, and it is seventy five under a robin's egg sky. The wind pulls my hair into waves, and I have these sunglasses on, and these clothes I love. Green pants and the dark grey sleeveless turtleneck, with my boots and my silver watch, these rings on my left hand. I'm trying to sing along and light my cigarette at the same time, and in the parking lot I flirted with a fifteen year old boy loading groceries into his father's Jaguar. I have a copy of Premiere magazine on the seat beside me, and the interview with Viggo Mortensen is one of the most humorous things ever, especially when he's talking about how he should play Brad Pitt's lover, and Orlando Bloom waxes poetic about chasing him barefoot through a river under the moon.

On days like these I'm happy in this skin, even if it doesn't quite match the voices in the my head and I don't have a sword. I'm perfecting the art of driving and hanging my head out the window to look up at the moon.

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[sammka.livejournal.com]

*nods* the trams really do feel cinematic sometimes- especially on the long rides.