4LIFE

The town that I live in feels lonely at night. It seems as though it only comes alive while in the midst of a sin. It wasn’t always like this.. but in a way, I guess that it was. For the sake of all those nights that once ruled this place. Those nights that were ours. That were so intoxicating they bled through one another. There were times when we surpassed daylight, and it seemed as though the days had overlapped. So much that it felt as though it would never end. It felt as though us and our experiences were infinite. Infinite enough to last forever. The world was ours and there was nothing that we couldn’t or wouldn’t do. We ravaged through life in our hunt for freedom. The kind that lived beyond the red white and blue. When the world was sleeping safe and sound, we were out there somewhere. Wandering in search for a light to shine inside the darkness. I remember the way it felt in those moments. I remember the way it smelled like smoke, and fire, and cigarettes, and summer nights. I remember the way everything got blurry as we spun wildly, and sweetly out of control. We had nothing to hold on to but each other, and the trace amounts of innocence and youth we had left. Live fast and die young. That was the stake of our claim. We were all just dancing our own dance against the sound of our chaos. We thought we had discovered the true meaning of life.. and in our own way, we had. We were dominated by our convictions, and it was beautiful.

We left our mark on the world. I think that’s what matters most. That even though we all went our separate ways in the end, each of us will always carry a piece of who we were then. Each of us will forever bare the scars of our fallen youth. We are all indefinitely a part of each other. For that I am blessed.