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Necessity. Like, I can't breathe, can't sleep. Can't stop movin'--just keep...pushing that feelin'.
Sailor Moon, man. All I can think of is sailor friggin' moon.
MOON CRESCENT POWER ACTIVATION...or something. Man...I'm too old for this nonsense.
There was popcorn littering the ground. I was moving past the tents one by one. The lights were beginning to flicker and twirl. Becoming one pulsing light that blinded me. I had to find her before I passed out...
Blasting away one inch at a time. I had to get through this barrier. My movements became earnest and heartfelt...I lost myself in my own momentum. I didn't even realize my knuckles bleeding as I pounded into the wall over and over again.
....seriously? "Roller"? WTF? ...She had rollers in her hair?
Regardless of the pressure pushing his stomach into the belt of his jeans, he continued forcing spoonfuls of stuffing into his mouth. Some wonderful mother in law....
It was here! The summer, the heat; the anticipation over. And just as if she had conjured it, there it was; the epitome of excellence...the ice cream truck.
Sitting alone, the drops of rain hit hard. The sun was peaking out even in the midst of all that rain. It was falling from everywhere. Her own eyes. Was she losing it? She loved her. Regardless of what they said. She just wish they'd stop analyzing. Stop looking at her. They should stop regarding her as a monster. They should regard less. Less. Less.