Anarchy

I stood shaking on the very edge of the roof.
"Come on baby, don't you trust me?." He said, his anticipated breathing became heavier waiting for me.
Of course I did.
I walked backwards and started to gravitate towards the edge.
Sprinting I dove into the air and felt the effortless terror and joy then landed joyously, dizzily unsteady.
Our hands interlaced, his purple gloved one and my red gloved one, as he kissed me. Then we ran from the oppressors who wanted to tell us how to live.
How to be.
We kept leaping and running, our breathing became a single heartbeat. I felt free, free from the incessant judgement of society, the freedom of chaos and freedom from order.
Free.
And so we kept running into the night.

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