The crickets.
The summer warmth that gives you the shiver of fall.
The lights of this city.
The sky is eternity.
The trees.
The bench in the park where i put my head to rest.
Memories of winter, they pass so hollow, just like waves and thirsty souls.
You.
In my head.
The jacket.
That eternal jacket.
I live one hundred times, it is always like the first time.
A cigarette.
A beer in the hand.
Memories of my friends.
All the good times.
Everything is this moment.
This moment is everything.
I'm infinite.
How I live, it's a legend.
The world won't know, just the hearts that I've touched.
Last day of summer, just a myth.
Inside it feels more real and alive then ever before.
It's the best day of all.
Once there was a boy and his jacket, who made his devils thirsty.
Oh, how beautiful he was.
Oh the tears he cried were lust.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
The crickets.
The summer warmth that gives you the shiver of fall.
The lights of this city.
The sky is eternity.
The trees.
The bench in the park where i put my head to rest.
Memories of winter, they pass so hollow, just like waves and thirsty souls.
You.
In my head.
The jacket.
That eternal jacket.
I live one hundred times, it is always like the first time.
A cigarette.
A beer in the hand.
Memories of my friends.
All the good times.
Everything is this moment.
This moment is everything.
I'm infinite.
How I live, it's a legend.
The world won't know, just the hearts that I've touched.
Last day of summer, just a myth.
Inside it feels more real and alive then ever before.
It's the best day of all.
Once there was a boy and his jacket, who made his devils thirsty.
Oh, how beautiful he was.
Oh the tears he cried were lust.
