the air is numbingly cold, freezing its way into our veins as we dance our way over the shingles. i was frightened to climb my way up, but now that i've reached the very top i couldn't be more happy. we can see the rest of the rooftops, but all that matters is our own. you slowly lead me with your hands on my waist, mine wrapped tightly around the back of your neck. you can hold me up. you can save me if i need to be. and i'll try to do the same for you.
jars full of glitter, your worst enemy. you always said it would never go away. it just multiplies every time