"Summer storms. Run along catching raindrops on your tongue. The haunting flow of streetlights past midnight and the coast is always clear and you can't sleep. The fever caught in between years and drugs and how much it hurts to hope that one day we will drink from the same cup and we will breathe from the same lungs. I killed all the fairy-tales myself but I catch them in the corner of my eye in my useless chest when I realize you will be here in two days. You will wrap your arms around me and I will be so angry with you. "