august slipped away like a bottle of wine... amongst three friends who can't stop laughing but on the way home, there is a silence that overtakes them, reminds them, buzzes through them as they sobered up. some kind of anger that says, if i can't have my hearts desire, what is there to live for? may i, at least, laugh every day, in the way that hurts. may i never feel 14 again, i mean, the weight of the presence of a group of teenagers that could make a grown man close in on themselves. we can't all be lucky. high school wasn't a dream for us all. it's kind of scary, isn't it? we could just go our whole lives saying that? the yearning never stops for the burning ones. life isn't a dream for us all. on our death bed, with our last breath, we can't all be lucky.