We agreed to go barefoot, We always agreed. As the pavemeant met our syncronised walk the night gave in to our innocence. I whispered my way through the conversation because everything sounds more serious that way. We talked about how dead it was, you blank staring at our surroundings, me trying to avoid our reflection in the car we just passed, surpised we actually had one.
you pointed to where we met, i could see the see-through versions of ourselves in all our awkwardness. We told stories of our perseptions of that night, you with your recount of the night, the one ive heard a million times before, and then me spilling more virgin tales neither of us have heard. It really does hurt the first time, but this isnt it for us. I revealed that i remember the first time we touched. On the corner of the street, the crowd was catching up and catching on to our attempt to walk ahead.
Im talking in metaphors and you in slang, im wanting our soundtrack to be a mix tape of bright eyes and you a play by play commentry of every score. Im alice in surburbia and my mind has been shrunken by the liquid version of society.
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