rainedrops1097

folklore is: fragments of a forgotten American epic, [enter small town lovers] girl meets boy meets girl and the rest is tragedy, sensual escapades and blurred lines, labels thrown to the wind of a hot summer’s night, treachery in the name of one last (I mean it this time) kiss, innocence to bliss to sin, floorboards creaking beneath tiptoes at half past three in the morning, sneaking for private mourning, birth to betrayal to death to rebirth to I should’ve known, secrets hiding in the folds of tangled sheets, finding out death is just as mundane and prevalent as anything, blue and gold and I’m sorry and I love you isn’t enough, the endless pages of passion of a story brighter than lost stars, [scene, for now]