A Day That Wrote a Story in Ink

She  paces the streets, he steers in her direction.
Not necessarily through an intimate affection.
It is the similarity of their presence, that occasionally ties the two.
They meet through a subconscious drive to relate to someone new.
They look to the sky with mutual feeling, and with a low exhale they utter:
"There's a better place than this, the only way through this haze, is with help from one another."
They ponder quite momentarily, before pieces mildly fall from space.
Within this inch of time, their blood began to race.
The blank puzzle of white, finally chooses its picture,
Their minds are showing them adventure.
Her heart is hurting, barely pumping.
she can only find her safety when the bass is bumping.
The pressure of what she feels is reaching its highest jewel of energy.
She wonders if the one she loves is feeling the things she wants him to see.
He has lost something he isn't sure he'll miss, something in him
is striving to write a new beginning,
Is the passion they share for things, another form of sinning?
The key to where they're racing, is in the easiest place to find.
She turns her eyes around, to analyze the miles they leave behind.
They manipulate and scheme, to get to what they're needing.
The only excuse they have, is to keep their demons from breathing.
They light the bowl of garbage, that was better than it seemed,
Once they reached their comfort zone, it all felt like a dream.
They shared a look of discrete satisfaction,
with a middle finger to the outside world's reaction.
They're floating over the ocean, with just two instruments to survive.
The unnatural breath of smoke, is what keeps them feeling alive.
They burn the leaf of friendship, to the rhythm he instinctively strums.
They begin to feel the fire that's burning in their lungs.
They pursue a creative escape, the one that no one is brave enough to take.
She found peace in notes he played.
Her heart is where they stayed.
He continued to play along,
All he wants is the number to the chapter of his life that reads
 "this is where I belong,"
At this point they start to form a better mood, one that plans on sticking
Unfortunately they realized, the hands of time never promised to stop ticking.
They cross the bridge that rests above the water, follwing the trail of regrets they dropped to find their way back
To the world that can't keep up with the beat of their track.
 As they advance forward, they notice their markers of regret begin to drift away,
The negatives are gone, and the positives voluntarily stay.
For the first time in her life she feels, as strong as she can be.
The one she loves has opened his eyes and now he starts to see.
His heart is still humming the background tune to the time they shared as friends.
Just because this maze is finished, doesn't mean that its the end.
The real motivation of their journey was to internally make amends.
A fact about the two is that they share the same perception of beauty.
There eyes let them see no less, than friendliness and ingenuity.
They will always be the ones to look down, when the world tells them not to do so
 because to them, there is really nothing to fear,
Everything you're afraid of, is what will hold you here.
 
What these graceful souls represent, is what our extended existence is meant for
Experiencing all of the unknowns, and never locking the door
In hope that there will be ones like them, that ponder as they do
And when these beings come to life, their curiousity is what will lead them through.
Walking down a hallway, gliding on his long board
She is trailing, her mind controlling her hands as she documents the scenes.
When the elevator lifts, they fly to las vegas, losing touch with the sphere of reality they choose to deny.
There are no theories to explain why this book chooses to write itself the way it does.
Just the parts of the chapters they save as writings on their skin.
To remind them of they day, their dear friend jumped from one ship to another
The day our Best met our Friends, and swore it'd be Forever.