Where are we going?

Where will we be?

School doors locked, the air united with lemon redolence and broken chains. It’s ninety degrees and I feel no different on the inside. A sucker for love-sickening vivacity who only longs for casual strolls through the thick, vibrant nature emanating first timers. I won’t be satisfied until our fingers coincide and I can frame the future below the metal stands where the crowd cheers us on. Fight, defend, sacrifice for heart.

Don’t break this.

A delicacy on canvas, a picturesque bullseye, don’t cry if you wouldn’t kill for it.

I want my arms to suffice during matutinal snowfall, I want to bathe in bliss and everlasting jeopardy for the rush of it all, to tell tall tales to giants as a multistory, to live for the gleam in your eyes,

I want a little so much.

Light as a feather, clothed like a cloud, how much is more than we’ll ever know.

In nocturne dreams, in monstrous nightmares, I want to get to know you all over again.