You're so buzzed on happiness,you've savoured even the last dregs of it from your paper cup.
The sky looks like a blanket and you could fall asleep on the hard concrete of the terrace to the distant music of trains and planes and sunset sounds of the city slowly coming alive at night.A premeditated act that feels like meditating to tune into the mind's hidden confessions.
You have never been happier,you can never be as young as this ever again,and it makes you nostalgic and happy and worn out all the same.
It's so fucking beautiful,you swear you could cry if it wasn't for the fast pounding of your heart reminding you to live in the now,and here.Who cares what time it is?
Just laugh,just take that breath you've been longing to,live that life of storybooks that seemed only faint desire until now.Real adventures,yes,that's what I'm talking of now.They say noone can measure infinity,maybe they never tried.This is as raw as being a regular,real teenager can ever get.
Just live in this moment of surreal perfection till your heartbeat grows faint and you don't know who's arms you're falling asleep in and you're head is dizzy and you swoon with the contentment of intoxicating beauty.This is life.
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