Cayla

17

I wish I could go back to
when my feet ached from scampering across the unforgiving pavement.
To the water, oh so inviting under the hot sun.
Blazing sunlight burning into your corneas and leaving stars.
To falling in, faith first.
Letting our regrets disintegrate, and welcoming our new found freedom.
Wreaking havoc in the sleepy town we call home.
Running through the moon lit streets screaming: “we are here, we are, hear”
Swimming at midnight, limbs going numb,
and running off with too few clothes on our backs.
Loosing our minds in the music that washes over us.
Swinging side by side, enjoying the company.
Inedible Twizzlers of all colors, devoured as we lounge in the sun’s rays.
Passing around a bottle of whiskey and sucking on lollipops
because we don’t know what age we can claim to be.
Melting ice cream, freezing water.
Photo albums fill with pictures of beach bods and wide smiles.
Becoming accustomed to the way your driveway looks after midnight.
Oiling hinges for silky exits.
Looking up at the stars as he explains the intricacies of the Milky Way.
Kissing under the stars.
Staying up all night, because we cannot bear the thought of saying goodnight.
Talking about pointless things, real things, emotional things, and nothing at all.
We are growing up.
Getting smarter, stronger, braver
Forgetting fears and boundaries and the word “no”.
Only Yes.
Living in the moment. Our moment.
Jumping into the unknown, peaking over the edge to catch a glimpse of the other side.
We are simply searching for something at the edge of our vision.
We are simply,
Saying, Yes.