- Watching Metric hit hard on stage, singing along to Stadium Love with a couple of thousand people. Sweaty, hot, August, the City.
- His arms were tightly bound around me, and now he's vanished into the traveling winds.
- Flaking, white picket fences. Chips flying through the air.
- Cutting and pasting words, first grade, learning vocab.
- Flipping through the first couple of pages, nothing ever good happens, anyways.
- White and blue waves crashing against each other, fighting for my attention. Don't worry you have it all. I promise.
- The southern sun on the horizon, casting a glow reaching towards my yearing face.
- On his shoulders, Matt & Kim, blue, green, yellow, bright, sweat-glazed. Couldn't breathe in the sea of people. Screaming every single word because of course I knew them all.
- Hands tangled in my hair, heavy breathing, soft motions of the hands. Shuddering with passion because I knew these moments don't come too often.
- Channel 5, Channel 37, Channel 53, Channel 209. Erase the present with mindless indulgence.
- Pop music loud and heavy, windows cracked, fingers crawling through the wind at 80 miles per hour. His nervous smile, peeping a laugh of anxiety every three miles because we both knew we were Off the Map.
- Shivering notes, black and white piano keys, somehow I knew the way they worked. Crashing sounds made a beautiful melody. She sang strangely off key. Smiling.
- The cake was larger than my head, it could have fed fourty or so people. He looked up at me and we both took a piece. It was vanilla and chocolate filling, delicious. We ate slowly, methodically.
- Happy while intoxicated. Swirling lights crashing against one another, bouncing off couches, falling asleep on the dirtied floor. Endless visions of white teeth and glass bottles.
Memories fill my head when nothing else will.
