I wanted to fly, & cry and be free as vodka-salt tears ran down my cheeks. Jordan took me to an abandoned parking lot, one that holds many memories. Its changing. There are construction trucks and a big mound of dirt blocks the twinkling lights of the city.

I started tearing at the the wall, trying to bring it down, replace the beauty that had suddenly vanished from the lookout, and more importantly, my life.

Jordan watched from the car, the headlights reflected my hair, my eyes.

I threw pieces of mud and cement carelessly over my shoulder,

trying desperatley to cut through.

I finally ran to the top, falling, crying, burning.

And i saw the lights,

twinkling, like a million stars had fallen from the sky and rested on the ground.

Then.

I fell.

Tumbled all the way down, back to the bottom, back to the blackness, back to the cold.

I sat.

I cried.

I waited for Jordan to come and take me away, back to the car.

He said i wouldn't remember what happened, so i didn't need to cry.

I looked at him and wiped my cheeks.

I didn't speak the whole way home.

and it's tomorrow

and i still remember.

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