In a crowded city, we howl like a fox and laugh like bitch. It's midnight, happening in a fashionable street in the orb. Half of her hair is blue, one of them is busy catching a cab, a few of them saying crappy things about life, and the rest debating politics. I think this street is not enough for us.
Nothing more, nothing less, we are girls. We are brave. We are bold. We are glee for the hearts.
Glued in a single mattress, weekends are fun. We are taking our favourite food from the best outlet, spending good money on the weekend's food and eating without eyes. Music needed to be changed from high volume to mild; sometimes, we scream with the chorus, but the loveliest facet is weeping in the shoulder for no reason. She holds me. I keep her tight; we say together better horizons are waiting for us. Forget! Forget! Forget!
Back in the hectic time when the weekend left, to the point of being a transnational level leader, to conquer ambitions and say bid farewell to the boss, continuously working to happen that startups to developed phase, hurry up learning without shaky, sketching the traffic blocks, penning the story of people who come across the day, and indestructible discussion of feminism. It might go 3 am by disputing social, political, economic, and intellectual equality for women. And she desperately throws the pillow by saying in a matriarchal society; I would be a meninist. One continuously argues, Are you talking about the parallel universe?
Engaging in the garden, she is a crazy-making surprise. She was clambering a mountain that ticked the bucket list, the way she caught a sunrise was more heroic. A backpack is getting ready for the long voyage, travelling to the wild to live the fullest. To play in the sand till the sun goes down and sit together with a piece of salted pineapple for the rest of life. Scarlett stories never fade; nothing exotic but eternal.
Sun stuck above my head, probably mid-noon. I was lying in bed. Why do I always have a crush on girls? Incredibly, it is unstoppable for me since I began to meet each superwoman in my life. It's like a wave, constant but unique. I may not be a counted lass for you, it varies for people, but a handful of superwomen makes the tale flawless. You are the one I count to be in my stories; each of you is a chapter of lusciousness that never goes out of my gut. No one has ever stolen my heart as you did. It's love; it's passion, it's a dream, and it's our harmonious valley apart from all our busiest life.
