concept playlists
all your work is due tomorrow and you put on flip flops, leaving the house, walking around the street just to get away from your looming deadlines, you stand on the fire hydrant, you hit the street signs, just anything so that the weekend won’t be over and you don’t have to walk back inside where you feel the strain of the past being gone
your dad is driving you to the lego store on a strangely humid night just because he can, when you look in the rear view mirror the headlights look like wolves’s eyes and you can feel them chasing you
you’re a mermaid sitting on the bottom of the ocean, watching sea green jelly seep out from the cuts on your skin as you cry air tears and choke on the salty water you breathe, the world seems to move in waves
you’re in sixth or seventh grade and you can feel your childhood come to an end as you run around behind your gymnastics building, there’s another two hours before you can leave but the sky is getting dark and you can’t breathe from running so much, your muscles ache and you aren’t wearing shoes on the gravel and woodchips, it’s not going to stay like this because you feel like you’ve been here forever, every wednesday afternoon spent waiting for the wednesday afternoons where it’s warm enough you don’t have to face fog’s bite as you run
trying to catch a bus and having to run past a burger king that plays classical music to scare away homeless people, seeing a familiar perfume ad up in the air, the size of the commercial buildings on the ground, catching your bus next to an empty theater, trying to recover from losing a hit musical to LA, and now you’ll get home 20 minutes later