peaceout258

we carry on conversation with eloquency; like two people who haven't been seperated by years. back and forth like two morning birds, ignoring that we may have made childhood mistakes. can i say it feels good to feel like a kid again? we wrote stories about people's lives, and drew out their demises, and now we are writing our own, viewing our own. and maybe we aren't writing them together but it feels good to tread on an old path again. it's like long hair and too-sweet iced tea. it's like your cold basement floor and whispering to each other who our dream-lovers would be. we never found them, but that's what kids are best at;