#charleslaw

[wtfearth123]

To demonstrate Charles's Law, how the volume of a gas changes with its temperature, the MWSU Chemistry Department used a cool experiment. They dipped balloons filled with air into liquid nitrogen and observed what happened.

[num8ers]

[mei-be]

Charles' Law, Disproved

And here we find ourselves, landlocked, on our two separate islands. A stupid archipelago of scared kids playing house while our truth dangles like a lure above our heads. We flip over a catalogue of years, wondering if electric fingertips and lattice bridges on icy nights is enough. If honey dipped guitar chords, still life prosody, and homunculus shattered is indeed proof of something real.

It's easy to be disdainful of this brand of late night magic, the kind that leads to shivering delicious on rooftops and fire escapes; the kind that reaches through twin blue lit screens from across multiple towns, and makes time stop. It's easy not to trust in midnight silver, callused hands, and the scent of hot promise, when "I love you" stopped working long ago.

Maybe we overused it, turned the words common. Maybe it was one vow too many, an autopilot crash, that one deflated touch that spoiled the rest. I know there was a point, maybe months ago, maybe years, when we couldn't stand this at all, couldn't bear the weight of standstill.

Once there was a girl who would do anything for a chance at fever pitch, would leap to gaze into the vast space of endless starlight. And when I look at him, I can see the boy from the gutter, vicious and limitless; furious and screaming. They would never lie down, these two, they would never settle for anything but the whitest, whitest heat.

But here we are, combusting quietly. An evaporation of gases without volume. A contradiction of our own natures. Fire, meet water.