UNREVISED

The air was wet and thick. Breathing was difficult due to the combination of thick air and the grey fog that lingered about a foot off the ground. The entire city must have been melting. The city laid directly under the Sun's rays and its excessive amount of buildings created a wall and isolated the deadly temperatures. The buildings had beads of sweat cascading down their exteriors. With all the city's cracks now sealed, it can no longer breath. We were literally walking above an urban volcano that was about to erupt and give birth to Chaos.
The streets were vacant of any mobile cars. Everything was static. I told this to you and you replied with, "The static heard on our radios is the voice of all the stars." I smiled and you continued with an explanation to prove that your statement was in fact true. You told me, "Yeah, just like you and I have emit sound waves, so do the stars. Their sound waves interfere with our radios and TVs." I immediately smiled and concluded that the stars were singing for us and if it wasn't for your apathetic nature I would've shared this with you.
Soon after our sluggish strut was disrupted by a boy about our age. His hair was long, matted, and greasy. His shirt was filthy and hung like it was heavy with sweat. He smelled like dirt but we loved it so we smiled as he stood two feet from us smiling wide, greeting us. His voice was deep and if it were physical and we could touch it it would've felt just like the air, thick and wet, just like molasses. The conversation between the three of us was so natural and comfortable that we never caught his name and before we were able to realize it, we had walked three miles and ended up in front gaudy, soot covered, victorian home. The color of the house was not recognizable due to the enormous amount of grime that had stained the home but the boy insisted that the house was once yellow. As we entered the home the entrance was dark and completely deprived of all traces of sunlight. You and I must have stepped on thirty toes but we I think we handled ourselves well. After adjusting to the darkness, we introduced ourselves with awkward smiles and hand waves. Next, the boy took us up the stairwell where we found incredibly elaborate drawings which seemed to be made with charcoal. We've always had this way of knowing each other are on the same page without ever asking or glancing at one another, so when we came upon these images we both were so incredibly enamored that the boy called for us three times before we sped up the stairs. On our way up we saw a boy crouched in a corner halfway up the stairwell. We didn't say hello but we acknowledged him and assumed he was the one who had decorated the walls. You and I had a tendency to be a bit naive at times and our optimism sometimes only did us harm.