From one societal junkie to another.

The sweet song of a forgotten chant rang throughout her body as if a massive choir were singing into her. Sun was pouring down upon the both of them, making their skin sizzle in the August heat. It was one of those cliché moments that seems to grow distant and dim as we all become older and more cynical. Yet, at this moment, they were together. A friendship forged between two awkwardly grasping hands.
Perhaps, it is moments like these that seem to glisten in our subconscious. A happiness oft forgotten in the world that has no time for frivolity, yet unbroken. Stronger than we realize, more hopeful than we care to be; it sits like a Scarlet Letter upon our soul. And, when our mouths can do nothing but smile, it is moments like these that are etched across the commercially-whitened enamel.