Snapshot.An exchange of elusive smiles,lucid blue eyes -Now tell me that isn't something worth living for.when life's cuts and bruisesbecome your trophies of triumph,And our feet are so much steadier upon the groundonly to find our heads so much higher amongst the clouds.It's really only life,when you can say you have 'lived!'.Through the urban alleys,or the overhanging pines,under the Midnight stars,hearing faint bursts of youth in the distance.We're young,but we're willing to die,because we're happy, at last. We are.And it's only when we're cryingthat we need to keep on living,living in search of a moment,an experience,a snapshot worth dying for.A story worth telling, one that we can pass on,our dusty heirloom,whispered away.We will age with pride,and our colours will fadebut our spirits will be as vivid -as when you were eighteen,and I was was barely seventeen years young.At the peak of youth,and the beginning of something new.
Bilocation, Rebirth.In his arms I ride the cloudsPure ashen innocence splattered bare on cobalt dreams,dreaming for solace.[And a way out?]Watching the tiny,almost insignificant,street lamps...stars ... go by -in a second,in a minute,in an hour,in a heartbeat.To watch the city lights glisten,and smoky days filter from sightand mind,[Still winking to you in the darkness... A charcoal grin follows from underneath the shadowy mask]where the night consumes us bothand our souls climb high,we twist and waft from the smoky embers below.Sugary,[Sweeter than a starlight kiss]everlasting,bilocation.Far and beyond, twisting upwards with life, soul - LIFE!Silver raindrops that settle upon your lips,the type that shimmer in your hair; a thousand silver stars smiling for only me.The night.Yet completely void of darkness.The moon - now; our midnight lamp,burning the sacred oils to light the unknown journey ahead.All at once.The way it always arrives, over