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40 days. 

We are waiting. we are the problem, the future. we tap our fingers and watch the clock. and it seems to never move, but looking back it moved too fast. we are the smiles, the broken cars, the endless dreams, the long nights and late mornings. we know that someday we’ll have to settle in somewhere so for now we’re restless. we are the guitar solos that are re-played in stained fabric seats of dull painted cars, we are the legs that seem to never stop moving. our skin stays golden and we sip on the lemonade our mothers made us. we do all the bad things: we get holes in our skin, ink  near our veins, inhale herbs, drink stinging alcohol. and yeah, some of us get in trouble. do we ever learn from that? no, of course not.

we do everything that will get our blood buzzing. in every single one of us is somewhat of an adrenaline junkie. not all of us are good at singing but we all still do it. bad things will get us, but we are young and we will get through it because that’s just what you have to do. and that’s what summer is: the pieces of time, the unexpected adventures that made us remember who we were, the dreams we dreamed, and the friends that helped us. when we’re old and settled in, no longer the beast we were, there will still be stains on that old car we once had. we will still have scars from the holes and the falls we took because we were all dumb asses. and when we see that photo of us, once we are old and different and have not dreamed in quite awhile, we’ll say, “that was the summer.” because the summer is for us. 

we are young and invincible and the summer is for us. 

40 days.

The girl was a person who loved dreaming but only remembered few. It was quite sad, actually, because if she remembered most of the dreams she dreamed, the cotton-candy clouds and lemon trees and sandy toed dreams, she probably would have slept more. For her, she only remembered the dark musty nightmares that haunted her bones. Because of this, she was lead to believed she was full of nightmares, but in reality she was a dreamer.