light trails and dance dresses uniqueness found in a flood of people hope that goodbyes will linger on palm trees in the palm of your hand lake eyes and tan laughter discovering we were running for no purpose and reminiscing barefoot nights in the trees coughing up regretful truth waking up on the ashy grey carpet yet still hunting for bears smoke and animals and faint music letting the boiler burn and not feeling any pain adopting gourds and playing pretend because that's everything we can do in this life and now i hope to never plan again