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It’s a Wednesday night, the second of July.
The street lights are on
and I’m out of breath.
When I stopped being I child
I chose to forget some things and others
Simply slipped my mind.
Like the fact that summer is meant
for nights like this;
A carefree and childlike independence.
For running in the street and being free.
No one to live up to
and no one to let down.
I think I’ll spend the rest of my summer
chasing this feeling.
Running until I can feel my shins split
and my heart beat like it’s about to burst.
Til i can hear my momma calling me home.
I’ll chase it until I’m out of breath
and the street lights are on.
Jul 3, 2025
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then turn around cause i always knew it was fruitless
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try to stay up for sunrises
i never succeeded but i always look back
i keep swinging and dreaming of the sun rise i never saw all i have is the orange horizon that never finishes its downfall
i close my eyes and listen to the cicadas i take a deep breath and ask god to change but i open my eyes and the sun isn't set hours after it was supposed to
my legs are tired but i wish to swing my head hurts but i can breath the car lights blind me and i hope they don't think of me
the bright fluorescent lights highlight my growing roots not blonde but not entirely brown dull and indecisive
so the next day, I walked further, I tried to see the sun for a better angle since I once again missed the rise I seem to have walked quite too far, so the sky was blank, covered by trees and high skylines so I go back and turn around feeling the cars go by me almost hitting me each time, and I immediately regret that I didn't walk even further to see what was beyond the bend, maybe the trees would clear away and i’d finally see the set from a perfect angle I hope one day I'd find myself back to a tall mountain Ridge where I could see the fall and theoretically the rise all by myself and nothing else in mind but i didnt take advantage when i did have that perfect spot
i keep swinging and dreaming of the sun rise i never saw all i have is the orange horizon that never finishes its downfall
i close my eyes and listen to the cicadas i take a deep breath and ask god to change but i open my eyes and the sun isn't set hours after it was supposed to
my legs are tired but i wish to swing my head hurts but i can breath the car lights blind me and i hope they don't think of me
the bright fluorescent lights highlight my growing roots not blonde but not entirely brown dull and indecisive
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