We miss something we can never replace
We long for the sound of waves crashing on the shore but you're faced with the reality of piercing lights and soul ******* smoke
You long for the sweet smell of salt and the golden blonde sand, but you wake up to a lonely room 6 metres by 9
You miss the kiss of the sun, you miss how in a second
its touch turns into a
firey passion, untamable and beautiful for that reason stand
But then you remember its why you stay inside.
You remember that summer has gone. You remember a summer that can't be relived and refelt
I lay in bed and through the window I hear silence
No sound
No life
No sense of being or belonging
The wind no longer gushes from this far high
But its safe,
and I remind myself the warm beat I miss is but a cancer of kin, drowning the light in my soul and resulting in my ever dim
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
We miss something we can never replace
We long for the sound of waves crashing on the shore but you're faced with the reality of piercing lights and soul ******* smoke
You long for the sweet smell of salt and the golden blonde sand, but you wake up to a lonely room 6 metres by 9
You miss the kiss of the sun, you miss how in a second
its touch turns into a
firey passion, untamable and beautiful for that reason stand
But then you remember its why you stay inside.
You remember that summer has gone. You remember a summer that can't be relived and refelt
I lay in bed and through the window I hear silence
No sound
No life
No sense of being or belonging
The wind no longer gushes from this far high
But its safe,
and I remind myself the warm beat I miss is but a cancer of kin, drowning the light in my soul and resulting in my ever dim