6/22/08

The air was the color of tangerines. It left your skin sticky and sweet with the taste of morning dew and burning ash. A cigarette in hand, your face was obscured by smoke. The hair on your head had been formed by the golden rays of the sun and the wisps of the wind that swayed the grass and the trees. A care did not reside here. Inhibitions left and went elsewhere along with your sobriety. The freckles on your skin felt like home. Tracing the shapes they make left one with a sense of renewal, wonderment, peace. The dark covered the demands that were made purely from the laguage of our bodies. Whisper met whisper in a clash that was more powerful than any apocolypse. Electricity rushed through the air lighting up the sky with a million magnificent colors. Breath seemed to escape the lungs as if it were afraid to stay there, leaving one gasping for more. Your lips formed the shape of words but nothing was coherent. Nothing needed words, or even an explanation. Everything just was. Moment turned into moment, day into day, escaping time's firm grasp. Summer quickly came to pass without anyone noticing how fast the time had gone, thinking that this would last forever. But all things do end. You peeled off you freckles, seeing no use in them any longer, and instead put your suffocating suit and tie back on. Your voice no longer resmebled the cool night air, but had somehow become tighter and more restricted by your throat. Your eyes, which seemed such a brilliant shade of blue by moonlight, soon appeared to be gray and glazed instead. Your inhibitions came back making it seem like every step you took was restrained. Maybe even robotic. Moving not by choice, not freely, but as if every thing you did had been chosen by someone else. The things you remembered of the summer air you breathed were only vague. Fuzzy around the edges and faded like the picture that was kept in your nightstand drawer. It means nothing much to you anymore, but at the time it meant everything and defined "summer". Thoughts were pushed aside, forcing your mind to come back and live in a slightly harsher reality. The vibrant colors that made up sky turned to black and white. Brief reminiscing left you nostalgic, remembering how much potential life held. But for now you peel your summer skin.