it was ten years gone. I was just a kid in love. The idea of love was a playground. Love was an idea, for a kid. I knew ****.
Still.
Must have been pretty strong to last to this day.
I sipped many beers on my way back home. Kind of makes you feel sometimes the road could just go on, in motion, without a safe net, without the safety of a way back home.
As if yesterday never came and tomorrow never went to that radioactive place where love is lost where love is found.