Embezzlements on a Beautiful Day

The best seconds are stolen ones, and the best times are the ones that come with knowing you’ve escaped again (no matter for how long). I swear the sunshine’s fresher and the patterns of a dress are more evocative and clever and the bartenders make better drinks on someone else’s time – to be reminded of the preciousness of minutes; their implicit need for filling and all the chances that come with it – why, I feel so alive when I have made these moments mine – when everyone and everything and all their opposites have tried to keep me just within their sights and I move past.

~ by perfectionatrix on August 15, 2014.

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