Sunset over dark waters
the dings of metal quarters
sounds of splash and the whip
of water touching upon a lip.
Water was everywhere
from here, to over there,
for drinking, swimming and fun
or even to aid the burning sun.
However not all get the privilege
of water nor proper sewerage
so weep not for fun lost
but weep for the cost
for some, fun was never had.

I said it last weekend when I was drunk,
but it will always be true.
You never take advantage of the time of your life that you're in, when you're in it.
And then you spend the next few years feeling nostalgic all the time.
I wish I could record everything about my apartment.
My first apartment.

The birds chirping outside every window, the sound of the cars passing on the state highway.
My loveseat that has become my favorite place in the house,
spending hours watching Netflix and smoking ***.
I turned the big 21 here,
got my Ford explorer,
lived with my first pitbull,
and worked at the first job that made it possible to support myself.

I am going to try to live in these moments. Even if I feel miserable sometimes, I know I will miss all of this some day.