Curfew
Warming souls, naked feet wandering,
wondering past the crest, an orange sky lit
hemisphere tells us its far past our bed time.
Time is a concept, and like children we’d
just as soon neglect the chalkboard before
we’d get another chance to rub our lips together
in the dark.
You shook me awake, seeking shelter from the
midnight breeze, our warming bodies crested
like a half circle moon. Your bangs fallen back past the
banks of the Californian surf, the sunrise teeming in
liquid life turned to air for our warmed skin.
I licked the dryness out
of my mouth, just before I opened my eyes.
And just as you were, you were there.
“Where are my heels,” you said.
The sand surfaced somberly seeking redemption past
orange skin, just before the sun peeked past the
never ending dawn.
I brushed it off of my shoulder, and then I brushed it off of yours.
“Shit, your parents are gonna be pissed.”
We collected ourselves for a minute, just before
the sun came to a full rise, like a candle reaching its highest
flame in the midnight air, before we kissed the last bottle goodnight.
Our hands clutched, our toes buried beneath the surface with each step,
walking towards the end of this chapter.
Had we only been without the concept of time.
Makes you wonder sometimes, doesn’t it?
(Source: playthegamebeneaththespinlight, via kayden420)
Tumblr…
…has a peculiar way of making the most self-indulgent and pretentious look that much more ridiculous….and full of shit.
I live my life on the internet. I live my life through pictures. I live my life through songs. Through whispers in text, through pieces of memories frozen in photographs. Through the ritual of fingers tapping gently on crude keystrokes. Through spellcheck emotions. Through useless spaces. I live my life through this screen, that has become a portal to reality, though trapped and locked on this bed of feathers, this seat of canvas, wilted and passive. I want to be happy. I want to be loved.
