My Semi First Real Party
My first real party ended within the first 25 minutes of me being there. The night was wet and cold, but the one beer that took me 24 minutes to get down kept me warm. I fled; wind howled and persuaded me towards a direction I did not care to know about. Puddles were skipped, as if they were a deep dark pit of Poseidon’s never ending. Sobriety was not a thought; it was everything. It was the separation between thoughts and dreams. Trees were bent, as they stayed silent overlooking the pavement. Chilled, un calloused hands came over my eyes. I endured a spin, a spin that went unnoticed, but so unnoticed she dug it. Her eyes couldn’t be categorized, they were filled with laughter and sorrow. She smiled, not one of those fake ass smiles you give your mom when you tell her her Mexican food was better than chipotle either. Words were rare, and thoughts became feeling. We started a walk to no where, but at least it was somewhere. Leaning on each other and acting more drunk than we were. Lots of words wanted to be spoken; no sense would of been made. We were symmetrical; not our faces, but our bodies. As she hung from my back and dangled her toes just inches from the ground. For her wedges gave her precious feet blisters, and I would not stand to let a princess be in pain if I was capable of doing something to stop it.