"Baby running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand
I love you when you're singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat because
You're gonna sing the words wrong"

The way she dances around in the sand, kicking it up slightly with each step as she spins and twirls. The most carefree smile on her pink lips, her cheeks rosy with the excitement of passion flooding her. The girl who ran from it all. But right now she, doesn't need to chase that dying light of day. For it bathes her in it's warmth, just as the bonfire near her does. plain and simple style wedding collections

Funny thing, warmth. Those that have the most of it, cannot feel it. They can keep others smiling while burning brightly. But they, they usually have no spark for themselves, believing they are in the dark. Because they cannot see the for burning within them. The beams that radiate out. Twirl. Twirl and shine.

The chains that bore on her neck and wrists trinkling in the most beautiful sound. Mixing with her laughter. Proving that angels cannot be grounded. And the white winter of her teeth perfect as it contacts against the slight tan on pale skin. Color that flickers across the screen.

"Life isn't a movie. We don't get happy endings." I know this to be true. But in this moment. The girl dancing in her freedom is all that matters. The smell of the water mixing in the air adding to the purity of this moment. Twirling to the beat of life breathing in these new memories.