Saw you on the corner of nowhere special and the imaginary, racing shadows with hands to your lips. We walked to the intersection of coincidence and fate, not wanting to let go, too scared to move past the yellow light. We were trapped in the best part of town in a place they call purgatory, free from the prying eyes if only for a moment. And the moments turned to hours as we reveled in the parallel universe we’d created. I’ve flipped though the torn pages that sit in the corner of my mind, a warped kind of dictionary, and it seems there’s only one word to describe it. No synonyms, no real definition but a memory.


We painted ourselves the color of here, filled our minds with only the notion of now, cause the futures too uncertain and there’s no place I’d rather be.


Neon signs in my mind, speeding through the red light as we gained momentum and nervously ignored the stop signs planted on either side of the road, neat lines of warning as we swerved to and from reality. Eager eyes, rabbit heart, the only sound the humming of something…what’s the word?


About thesarahsector

A teenage girl who doesn't say OMG or LOL. I like Trader Joes scones, NYC, and writing. Check out my blog at: thesarahsector.wordpress.com
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