Steam filled glasses and screaming high Schoolers
My body moves to music like a programed system, eyes closed from reality and lacking a sense of time.
When did time mean so little? when did I get so obligated to remember every little thing?
She's so pretty I'm so stuck looking at her cry songs just like me, jumping and constantly moving just like me.
Throughout my haze I wanted her like a moth in headlights.
We're hand in hand in a room full of people who don't know about our lives and much as we don't know theirs. I liked being hers like that.
I liked being her date. I liked going home with her. kissing her. Dancing and laughing with her.
God someone let me melt in the hands of this moment.
