i. 
we are singing along to the radio at the top of our lungs. we speed down the highway just to feel deathless, there are no other headlights for miles. we breathe a little easier as night falls. we pretend tomorrow will never come.
ii. 
i am penning poems in the passenger seat, one friend stretched out in the back and the other with the steering wheel wrapped in his fists. they know all my secrets, they watched every scar bleed and heal, and somehow, they love me anyway.
iii. 
eventually we wind up staring at the stars, our legs all tangled together. we are all a little in love with each other and tonight that’s okay. 
iv. 
there is something about seventeen that makes the rest of the world feel like a daydream. we’re eating ice cream at three in the morning and laughing and right now, we are untouchable. 
v. 
the sun starts leaking over the edge of the horizon and sadness seeps into our voices. we all know that goodbye is soon. everything we say starts to sound like going, going, gone.
vi.
as the sky turns pink with the new day, we don’t feel quite as invincible anymore. Snapshot of the Summer I never Slept by Auriel Haack (via poppyflowerpoetry)