i'm writing you a symphony of sound

this one is for the stars.
i took one step forward and there was an excruciating pain, but i fought through it and i'm back on track.
dresses, skirts, swings, night skies. phone calls, giggles, camera flashes, memories. this is everything i knew would happen.
sitting out in the chill with a cup of coffee and a few good friends. running into people from the past, car rides and cd listening parties.
"let's drive into ohio for fireworks."
our ability to form plans on the drop of a hat and create new ones on a turn on a dime.
we're living day by day, night by night. we count our existance in falling stars and minutes gone by. we are infinite in these moments of laughter and deep talks. we are alive every second we breathe. we are living life the way it should be.

i'm only hindered slightly. but give me a few weeks and i'll be alright. you meant more to me than i thought, but minutes wasted are revived in the seconds we run. we're young, we're reckless. we're going to make it out alive.

i swung my feet into the air, stretched back as far as i could, and kicked the stars. we're making it big.

this summer isn't how i expected. i wanted nights in grass, fingers entwined, and 'kisses under starry night skies.' but this life we're living is more than second best.