Streets at Night
We took to the streets and to the rooftops high on inhalants and high on each other and high on ourselves, high with the confidence of a victory over everything we had yet to become and could not imagine becoming but which we always knew could befall us when light came, if not that morning then perhaps the next or even five thousand daybreaks away, but no mistake could be made about the threat of dawn, so in the darkest hours before it reached its pale fingers over the horizon and clawed at our swollen eyes, we made everything ours.
Photo credit: Pekka Nikrus
Well written, well said.