Escape

Let's waste some time, show this world what we're all about. Yeah, you know, I've been getting weighed down in the routine, in the order, in all of it. I see the same people on certain weekday nights. I go to my classes, and I'm a good child.

But I want to get away from it all. No, I don't want to run away, per se, but god, if I didn't want time to stop.

It's a challenge; I am challenging you, gods. Why won't you let me have a night that will last forever? Actually, forever isn't what I'm asking for. I just wish nights didn't end before the story did. I'm tired of the sun rising before I get a decent thunderstorm. I'm tired of the people I'm with needing sleep. I'm tired of my own body dragging me down into soft pillows for another set of hours.

I want to roam and live my life in the night. I want to get lost in it with a friend or two. I want to adventure more and more, and I want to be just this selfish about it.

In the summer, there's a strange timelessness. It's where I feel we all fade away, back to our respective places, our places separated from one another. Will it simply pause our time together or will we be strangers when we return?

I feel like winter is traditionally the dead time, but summer is it for me. What will I do? What have I done in past summers? It seems like a long desert; I can't remember much of any summer.

So let us live as only we can, before the summer hits. Before my blood thickens too much for life. Before I hibernate it away. Yeah, I will return again, and it will be new again, but I know that when I do, it will only be routines again. The profane, I won't let it eat me.

Let's spend some time together while we can.