Outside, heading eastbound It's getting warmer outside, sun is shining, sky is blue. It all feels right.
Out for a few nights, music is so loud colours going everywhere; blue, green, yellow, red, purple; kaleidoscopic I wanna dive in and swim I miss the tropics.
Pain all around shooting following shooting I'll work it out distant chatters just filter out into choruses and phase out.
Ringing in my ears nose bleeding memories fading no more colours just black
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An homage to Washed Out (Ernest Greene). His songs makes me feel nostalgic and I have been longing for something I can't quite put my finger on, unfortunately.