The wind running through our hair. Every chord,beat,and note comming from the stereo dancing in our eardrums.Our hair slapping us in the face causing tears in our eyes. The sun wasn't quite set but we could already smell the night. As we passed by the prison that is keeping us from our summer i couldn't help but scream at the top of my lungs. We didn't care how foolish we looked.


In that moment I swear we were infinite.