i miss the gorge and the collective breath it takes when the sun sinks into clouds that melt together into colourful lights and through the darkness above you see so many stars and there are so many people and you notice the moment when it starts to feel perfect because there’s lights and music and dancing and you’re with your friends and then you’re sitting on top of a car or somebody’s shoulders looking out into a sea of glow sticks and feeling the cold air on your face and the bass to the core of your body and I swear it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before.
everything is clear
this is how you know
moments of strange magic
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 3:25 AM UTC
i miss the gorge and the collective breath it takes when the sun sinks into clouds that melt together into colourful lights and through the darkness above you see so many stars and there are so many people and you notice the moment when it starts to feel perfect because there’s lights and music and dancing and you’re with your friends and then you’re sitting on top of a car or somebody’s shoulders looking out into a sea of glow sticks and feeling the cold air on your face and the bass to the core of your body and I swear it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before.
everything is clear
this is how you know
moments of strange magic
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