Sitting behind this dumpster with lit ciggerate in hand,
My best friend and her cousin are listening to our favorite band.
As they rumage through the trash trying to find anything worth saving,
I realise that I am getting older
And I'm not that far away from being an adult any more.
These thoughts are scary and exciting at the same time and I don't know what else to do so I put out the flame on the back of my hand. I stand, turning to them. The moonlight makes them nothing but shadows and I am comforted by the thought that they can't see my eyes. How long has it been since we snuck out? It has to be almost two A. M. Sleep is hard to come by these days, so we decided to leave. The sky is dark and I like looking up at it, seeing the harsh outline of diffrent buildings against the smooth infinite blackness. I'm sick of worrying about things I cannot change. Right now, I'm alive. Right now I'm with familiar faces. Right now I am completely content with who I am. Have a good night, friend.
