Summer Love doesn't have to mean your in love. Summer Love is that feeling on your skin when the sun touches it. Like your being toasted in a cherrywood pit fire on a metal stick. Summer love is sand everywhere, even though the last time you were at the beach was over a week ago. Summer love is chlorine on your hair and clear skin. It's yellow tee-shirts and pink cheeks. Carelessness and beauty.
I want to loose track of time in the fog and humidity. I want dirt on my feet. I want those random scrapes that scar and purple bruises. I want those 10 dollar studded sunglasses on my ears.
I think I want summer back in my grasp. Perhaps you could say I'm Summer Love sick. I will not decline your accusation. I will only wish for the magic of summer to befall on this difficult winter I must push through.
10 years ago
1 comments:
I am in Summer Love with your new template/profile, and that sounded SO much better in my head.
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