is nostalgia my friend

Memories throw me back

and I am in a train;
it’s the middle of summer and it’s hot,
it’s smelly but my friends are the coolest;

and I am on the beach;
the sand burns my feet but you are next to me
and we go for a swim and it’s a perfect day;

and I am looking at countless sunsets with you;
I paint the tiniest painting of two silhouettes in front of a sunset
and it’s shit but it’s us;

and I am in your car;
you let me sing because it makes me happy and I laugh
and you love me and I love you more than you’ll know
(more than anyone would know);

and I am in your room;
it’s red and blue and purple and green
and love is what we make with our bare hands and mouths;

and I am with my friends;
they pick me up when I collapse like a building in their arms;

and I am with my friends;
we used to figure it out by ourselves
and we still are.

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