because everybody steals lilacs...

Once upon a time two young girls were living one of those summers when it feels like everything is either setting itself free or setting itself on fire. They felt the ocean of time and the wide blue sky splayed like a massive patchwork quilt of possibility squeezing past the seams of their dreamcrusted vision and treading in the black pools of their pupils. They stole flowers and ate them as if they wanted to become what petals are made of.