0 Plummet

We can vanish to where the mountains turn white

We can vanish to soaked cobblestones

We can vanish to the smell of a train station in the morning

You’ll breathe vapor in the cold,

I’ll shiver and admire your profile while we wait.


We can go anywhere bright and bustling

We can breathe in the vanilla-esque olfactory flavor

of a tiny bookstore

in a hidden town

somewhere in the curves of the country


Throw wide the door, spread out your arms and open wide your eyes

To this world

To this love

To this delicious possibility


Dream and give chase

Before all this becomes as our aspirations of childhood

Which we look back on with mild amusement at our naivete

This is the string of smoke of a burnt out candle

It is sand through millions of hands

It is a drop swimming down my windshield in a storm

I can feel it


We won’t stay in love,

not precisely like this. Nobody does.

We won’t stay young,

We won’t stay healthy.


Our youth and fully positive perception won’t last

My sense of adventure will dim

Your air of mysterious unattainability will be clothed in comfy familiarity


But while we’re young

and healthy

While we’re not fully familiar and secure

Create this one thing with me


Make this story so grand it sings of fiction


Run with me and vanish

Take what you need and vanish

Say not a thing and vanish


And plummet with me
Into the greatest adventure of our miniscule existence

--Hannah-Elizabeth T., 19