She wants to run wild. Flowers in her hair, skulls drawn across her arm, tiny shorts, giant jackets. Sun beaming, rain pounding; electric. Life souring through her veins with an energy only grasped once before; during childhood.
But is she alone in this wanting? Is she alone in her dreaming.
She wants a partner in crime. A partner to hold hands with as they leap off cliffs and into ice cold waters. A partner who loves her spontaneity, her insanity and her sane-ity.
Because it is surely impossible to find a number of people who will run headfirst down a highway with their eyes closed. But just one other? Now there must be at least a snowflakes chance in hell for that to happen, she hopes. And having never been a big believer in hell after death but instead hell disguised as this life then yes, that is a huge chance seeing as plenty of snowflakes fall and survive to enjoy happy icey lives here on earth.