archaii

i often dream that we're sky pirates - flying through the clouds on impossible dreams, high on unbridled smiles. we would keep going higher until we transcended the world, and left it all behind - breaking out on our own - two astronauts who have never been in space before.

you lay against the cold ground, face down, the dew-encrusted blades of grass, a fellowship of companions- with the warm, corrupt sunlight on your back, the contrast induces a type of delirium- a surreal truth, an unknown home- an umcomfortable familiarity.these are the monsters under your bed, these are the fears you can never run from- water, water, you beg, try to drown those thoughts, but it doesn't work. nothing works, the engine certainly doesn't, but when do they ever?he takes a look under the hood, leaning over, into- heat waves rise and sway in the suffocating air. beads of sweat drop, drop, drop, fizzle on the sunburnt tar. you t...