Summer - it's the indefinable. It's love and hate, it's pain and comfort. It's the nights when the stars paint her weeping widow bright and the days she wastes away in a utopia of bliss. She was always shy; she would let her feelings linger in waiting for the vacancy of his heart. He was a beautiful lie, she was his beautiful disaster. It's a strong drug, a drug unmistakable to the summer girl's soul. A drug so dangerously intoxicating that as it fades away with it's season she can feel the sting on every inch of her fragile porcelain skin. A summer fling screams romance is dead, but she would give everything to feel it again.
It was late, the road glistening from the rain. All she could hear were his footsteps echoing though her mind. They'd lay beneath the stars, watching them stain the night sky with beauty. Space's own night lights and satellites created a glimmer off rain drops astray throughout the field - it would cascade upon their young teenage souls. He would tell her everything she needed to hear, but she'd heard it all before. His empty conversation is detectable by a mind of great wisdom and blinded by the poison of love.
Her eyes wondered, catching glimpse of a plane. The stars mapped out the sky; where were they going? She wished she was aboard that midnight flight to the unknown, the unknown sounded enchanting. Escape is her fairytale. Flashback: romantic oblivion, this ink set her fate. She was curious, wondered if the silhouette strangers that were faintly outlined within the windows had lived her story. Dimly lit airplanes against the backdrop of the night sky had always been intentinally created for the runaway. You could see Hollywood in her eyes, but airports are for dreamers. The maze of terminals was never meant to go on forever in this illusioned reality. It's not time to dream, the comfort of compazine is just a fantasy. Welcome to your first mistake, child.
Hello outer space, sometimes we all need a holiday.
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