They ask us questions like, “What makes your heart beat fast?” We attempt to answer with artificial words about silly love and things we don’t really mean. For in the back of our minds all we can think of is those dark streets where feet cracked on the gravel and whispers were our symphonies. We felt so broken, but at the same time completely happy (we felt alive). Those are the memories we revisit with the same tears we had that night. Those are the feelings bottled up that make our hearts beat fast.
They ask us questions like if we’ve ever had to really say goodbye to something or someone big. We say no. We’ve haven’t had to move much or lost a lot of friends. But deep inside, we think of all the things we’ve let go of slowly. In a way, our whole growing up has been a goodbye.
They ask us what we want to be someday. We say different things, but mostly, “I have no clue.” We’s we’ll throw out some ideas, but deep inside our soul we all just want to be adventures higher than mountains painting the sky like a watercolor painting. We want love wonderful and so deep that the deepest valley on earth would be jealous. We want a story written and chronicled by black and white portraits and deep meaningful words. We want to escape concrete towns and run through life.
(something I wrote on the back of graph paper during a test).