What was it like?
It was jumping off a bridge, just because your friends did it first. It was being young and stupid, and loving people who didn't give a shit about you. It was hoping for the best while doing the worst, it was praying to god you got out of trouble, only so you could go out and do it all again. It was making mistakes and not learning your lesson, it was cold hearts and warm arms, it was losing yourself in one person and never wanting to return to your own body. It was laughing, hot tears streaming down your smiling face. It was crying, ugly, salty wounds that would never heal. It was hurt, it was high, it was happy, and it was all hell breaking loose. It was never relating to something so much before in your life, it was making friends you'd always have a connection with. It was being encased in a moment of time, completely uninterrupted by the havoc of the life you were living right now. It was a feeling of pure ecstasy, it was your heartbeat banging against your ribs. It was gasps for breath in the frozen night air that burned your chest, it was your head thrown back and eyes closed, it was the dizziness clouding your thoughts as you took a leap of faith towards what scared you most.
And it was life changing.
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colorless
PoetryIn this instant, I see it all so clearly; while colors are such a vivid asset in his book of pictures, I have realized that the reason I do not fit in this title is because I am simply devoid of color. I am c o l o r l e s s. I am nothing but slathe...
