farewell to an easy warmth

Summer has ended and it's time for all the girls with wild orchids in their hair to replace the petals with snowflakes and slumber for days on end. We are not the anointed ones but merely just the dreamers and our only crime is the fabricated memories flowing through our veins. They pour from our mouths in slippery ribbons that only shine when the moonlight hits from just the right angle and when they glide across cold air we are reminded that truth is not the only guest to keep us company. We welcome twilight with open arms because it's been a while and we want to remember what the blurring gloss feels like. Secretive smiles and suppressed giggles crumble into our palms along with all the sand and seashells that we thought we'd keep forever.