We were ravaged, beaten, artistic souls looking for memories and muse. Any reconnection was never the same as the feeling of the first night up in the lifeguard stand over a bottle of cheap Zinfandel. Barefoot along the battered beach town streets. Light finger traces over the talk of the universe we thought we knew. It never ended; it just dissipated into the smog of reality at home. I can spin the Al Green album again without fear of awakening something that may be missing from my long days. I'm warmed by the presence of these memories in my life, like aloe smoothed along starkly sunburnt skin. At that period in my timeline, you helped me grow immensely. I'll never know where your head was, but I trust that is for the best. Every once in a while when my phone notifies me of your presence once again, maybe you’ll be thinking of the same moments too.
Jan 5, 2022
Jan 5, 2022 at 1:20 PM UTC
We were ravaged, beaten, artistic souls looking for memories and muse. Any reconnection was never the same as the feeling of the first night up in the lifeguard stand over a bottle of cheap Zinfandel. Barefoot along the battered beach town streets. Light finger traces over the talk of the universe we thought we knew. It never ended; it just dissipated into the smog of reality at home. I can spin the Al Green album again without fear of awakening something that may be missing from my long days. I'm warmed by the presence of these memories in my life, like aloe smoothed along starkly sunburnt skin. At that period in my timeline, you helped me grow immensely. I'll never know where your head was, but I trust that is for the best. Every once in a while when my phone notifies me of your presence once again, maybe you’ll be thinking of the same moments too.