He stands in the alley. Just watching the flow of urban sprawl. The dark, gray, hood cloaking him. Black jacket tight to his chest. His denim blue. Dark. The zippers clean-cut. It's not like girls to be in the alley, but there she is. Dark, purple, skirt attuned to her figure. Black leggings, and a top to match. She's enchanting. She's mesmerizing. As if from another planet. Dropped between the high-rises by some enigma.
                His past was forgettable. His home not a home. Nothing more than a trauma drenched memory. His mom not a mom. His dad long deceased. The streets filled the void the in his soul. While his horizons were bleak, he watched his mom use. Never getting better. Worse day by day. Cancerous fate tightened it's hold on his neck. He looks to see her eyes on him.
                  It wasn't odd, they were old friends after all. Friends with opposite backrounds. One bound by sadness, drowning in agony. The other pushed to success. Living a false dream while still managing to hold a smile. "I hate my mom, there is nothing left of her." He lipped to his quiet witness
                  He expected scorn, a sour look on her face. No one understood. Instead, she pressed a finger to the bottom of her lip, gaze turning to the sky. Her celestial, green, eyes illuminated by the moon. He pondered the barrage of words that she might say. From forgiveness, to half-hearted sympathies.
                                    No.
                    When her gaze dropped, their eyes met in a moment that felt like an eternity."Let's runaway?" Her question brief and completely unexpected.
                     His eyes began to tear. Swiftly, he locked her in his arms. Her eyes followed suit. What they lacked alone, they found amongst each other.

No response...
502 bad gateway
or hint to get away

I'm flying blind,
Into a raging storm,
Its worth if I'd leave you behind,
And in the end find myself home,

I'd beat the thundering clouds,
I'd take on the vast open seas,
Its my chance for a clean out,
"Baby you won't ever see me",

"Mayday mayday"
I'd take the devil instead of you,
I don't want another second in your sight,
That's how much I need to get away from you,

And that's one good thing I can say,
If nothing else and probably the best quality.
It numbs the pain, leaving you open to a world of awe.
It presents a comfort zone, of being at ease. At anytime, any place.
Such a wonder thing. Your voice.
Becoming a remedy to all sorts of aches and pain.
That one helping hand that seemingly comes out of nowhere, your voice.
That warm invitation that gets you out of the house.
Often taking you to a place you've always passed but never thought to go in.
If only for a minute, your always glad you indulged in such invite.
Finding remedy to all sorts of pain and ache you forgot existed.
Your voice, becoming that feeling you get in your chest when everything just feels right.
That utter happiness that leaves you dimwitted and goofy as hell forgetting that anyone is watching.
It's brilliant. 
Often doing something you'd otherwise never do,
Being taken somewhere you never thought to go.
Even if it's a passing glance on the way there.
What's even better, is that it's your voice that takes me there

Let's go somewhere far,
Somewhere where I'd hold you tight.
Hand in hand.
Wherever you'd like.
Whether train or plane.
An automobile or an boat.
Either way will be home in justification.
Journeying through each other's eyes, a different aspect of seeing things brand new.
A single step becoming wholesome
Just for the sake of getting up and getting out.
The feelings that dwell within
Escaping out.
Anywhere with you, to be perfectly honest. 
Venturing abroad in living, breathing color.
Heads leaned against each other in excitement,
The comfort of toes covered in warm sand.
Sculpting each and every memory.
The sun becoming a spec in the horizon.
Exploring every wish, every dream we've found within reach.
The feel of every couch cushion.
Misplaced nickels, dimes.
Caressing the weight of weary legs.

A earth tone colored pattern. 
The lobby of every room folded In the brochure of our heart.
All in the autobiography of us.
To live, to breathe in the essence of where the ocean sprays against the gleam of your shades.
The hull of yachts splashing against the oncoming waves.
The ripeness of fresh fruit served at local vendors hidden from the sun harvested by kind hands.
The only thing missing is a good pair of shoes.

Or perhaps lay here with you just a bit longer

Watch as we fly away
The wings we grew to get out of this place

Let's fly away from here
An adventure we can share
Let's fly to Ireland, Rome, or France
Where under the stars alone we can dance
Let's fly away to a place that's always warm
So we'll never need to hide from another storm
Let's fly into the deep blue sky
Live our lives before we say goodbye
Let's fly away you and me
Free as birds we can be
Let's fly away today
Before someone makes us stay