Lost feelings. {poetry} ✔️

Speeding into the sunset.

Little stones were cracking under the wheels of our skateboards. Some may call  this sound annoying or even disturbing but for us it was a lullaby. People like us didn't matter to the world. We were misfits. The hurricane girl in boy's clothes, boy with hair the colour of sunset and blue-ish knuckles, confident yet fragile skater who owned a set of wooden eyes and a girl in yellow socks with scars from simply fighting with who she was every night. We weren't cool or fit in, but that was the point of being back then. How others looked at us when we crossed all of the lines was what we craved in life. It was the feeling of cold wind on a hot summer day, speeding through our hair. Carn horns that screamed filthy words and made us go even faster, more unstoppable. When the sun set and darkness fell, it felt like home. We'd poit at the sky and name the stars by people names. Maybe we weren't made for this world, we thought as we looked into each others' glittery souls. No one ever looked up to us, the lives we lived were like the flowers only adored when blooming, now lonely yet still growing.