Teenage crime

On the back of a motorbike, with your arms outstreched trying to take flight. And listening to the song where they sing those lines with your cheap headphones squeezed in under the helmet. Going everywhere. Going nowhere. Just because you can. Just because you can't imagine doing anything else.
Or walking home 6am in the sunrise, still drunk, with your shoes dangling from your left hand. Maybe you kissed someone. And the birds are singing.
Those moments, when you feel as if you'd live forever.

Sometimes I think we forget to wear non matching socks, jump in bed and doodle in our textbooks.
I always want to be living. Not just staying alive.


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