We were living large in a small town. I remember how we used to yell.
"Down in the forest
We'll sing a chorus
One that everybody knows
Hands held higher
We'll be on fire
Singing songs that nobody wrote"
Those words were funny to us, they were just a silly made up song about a book. But then it meant something that night. The night we yelled and screamed as your black car with no doors or roof whipped through the night, racing to get to the city. But I never made it.
YOU ARE READING
Through The Trees
FanfictionEveryone gazed at that mark on their wrist. Everyone wonders, do I really have a match? Everyone is born with one, but if it disappears then you are never going to find a match. But hardly anyone hese days finds their match anyways.
