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[thetreesandthevision-blog]

Out of Orbit.

The way they align, From time to time. To the way they hide the suns shine. They remind me of us. And how we never aligned, But I wanted us to from time to time, And some of your shine. Was it at the wrong time? You were on the other side of the universe. In a rush to make it the first. I couldn’t move that fast. You are just out of orbit, at last.

-S.C. Lasiter

[otuachair-blog]

Favorite Smell

ELLA (Southern Accent)

I always knew there was a strangeness between us. Eva since I met you.

Like the smell of air conditioning.

Don't look at me like that, the first conversation we ever had was about the smell of air conditioning. How on a hot day, that smell can drive you mad with excitement. Like you ain't never smelled something more intoxicating and you'll never be able to breathe deep enough to fill your soul with that cool air.

(Laughs) Maybe it's the freon.

Maybe I'm crazy. I've been inhaling those fumes too much, I've lost a few brain cells.

(Beat)

You never do know when it'll stop, do you? This. Us. But it has stopped, hasn't it?

Everybody thought we were crazy for lovin air, didn't they?

Maybe you've lost that. Have you? Did you stop loving the smell? Stop breathing in the fresh freezer at the end of the day? Is this us?

Are you changing? No. I guess not.

I guess, I would have to guess that I was the one who changed. Or didn't change enough. Or -

Something.

DON'T YOU GET UP.

I'm not finished. I'm not...I don't have my closure. I can't finish talkin until I find my closure. I know you have packin to do and all, but this is more important. Sit down.