its a silly time to learn to swim when you start to drown
it’s a silly time to learn to swim when you start to drown.
Current mood: 
awake
Category: Life
A few years ago he would pick me up on hot summer days and we would
drive A1A south into St. Augustine with the windows down chain smoking
cigarettes and breathing the salty air, each breath a reminder that we
were wild and young and free. I remember the taste of tobacco on my
lips and the salt in the air and the sun burning its way into my skin.
A
few years ago we lived to go and dance, selfishly taking up as much
room as we could on the dance floors, singing at the tops of our lungs,
and going home completely exhausted. We didn’t even need to drink, even though we did,
there was just the urgency of being alive and experiencing every single
moment we could cram into our days and weeks and lives. Screaming with
unbridled joy, yelling with the very force that kept us going, glowing
faces alight with the rush of newness and fresh sunburns.
There once was a boy who taught me the meaning of life. Not through
lessons or anything, but through experiences. He taught me how to stand
up for myself, even though i didn’t, how to love when I couldn’t, and
through all of this shit we have gone through in the past 6 years..he is still my best friend even 3000 miles away.
There was once two girls with the same name. They will never leave my heart.
A few years ago I met boys who broke my heart, boys whose hearts I broke, and one boy who I completely destroyed…
…
but still the world spread itself out beneath my feet and I scampered
desperately to see it all because I wanted it all, I needed it all. I
had to have it.
