There's something nostalgic about
The smell of
Cigarettes in the rain.
I am reminded of
Nights bleeding over into
The morning
Inhaling whiskey
and
Exhaling nicotine
Bonfires on the beach
Only...
I've wandered away from
The fire
My feet sinking deeper
Into dark, cold sand
The cool water only slightly
Tickling my toes
I think of
Waking up
In unknown houses
Unknown apartments
Unknown beds
With
Unknown people
Trying to recount
What just transpired.
I recollect
Faces that have
Come and gone
Dancing
and
Laughing
About what?
I couldn't tell you.
In the midst of it all
I feel
An emptiness
A hole
Pain and
Also nothing.
I feel nothing.
Yet still
Years later
A 3 AM hotel concierge
Reeking of cigarettes in the rain
Can bring it all back
Whiskey
Bonfires
Cold feet
Blurred friends(?)
Laughing and
Hopelessness.
Course smoke in a downpour
Nicotine in the mist
How could I ever miss a feeling like this?
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
There's something nostalgic about
The smell of
Cigarettes in the rain.
I am reminded of
Nights bleeding over into
The morning
Inhaling whiskey
and
Exhaling nicotine
Bonfires on the beach
Only...
I've wandered away from
The fire
My feet sinking deeper
Into dark, cold sand
The cool water only slightly
Tickling my toes
I think of
Waking up
In unknown houses
Unknown apartments
Unknown beds
With
Unknown people
Trying to recount
What just transpired.
I recollect
Faces that have
Come and gone
Dancing
and
Laughing
About what?
I couldn't tell you.
In the midst of it all
I feel
An emptiness
A hole
Pain and
Also nothing.
I feel nothing.
Yet still
Years later
A 3 AM hotel concierge
Reeking of cigarettes in the rain
Can bring it all back
Whiskey
Bonfires
Cold feet
Blurred friends(?)
Laughing and
Hopelessness.
Course smoke in a downpour
Nicotine in the mist
How could I ever miss a feeling like this?
Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends.
