(hi, you reading this. I would love some edits and help on how to make this better, thanks so much!)
The air feels like the backseat of an old car thatβs been sitting in the sun for too long, and the white, gunky sun lotion is sticky and slippery on clammy, red skin, sweating under the heat of the sun. The same sun that spills lazily over the horizon each morning to be mopped up by sandy beach towels, as the day closes to an end, each day after another, melding together in a band of memories, then neatly tucked away, under old yearbooks, and faded photographs, only to be pulled out months later over clusters of sleeping bags and a flashlight thatβs almost dead. No longer important, just another summer gone by, the next one will be just the same.
I'd really like you to edit this and give me some tips <3