I remember being young reaching for the unlived life. The - TopicsExpress



          

I remember being young reaching for the unlived life. The violence and fire, it smelled of cinnamon and gasoline. I wanted to be in it, loving it. Spilling unending moments of passion. I wanted you to sing with me. I wanted you, yes, you pretty girl. yes you, you metaphor for the things I couldnt have, or couldnt be. I wanted to know because I knew every little breath was different from the last and exhaled and disappeared just as strangely as it came to me. God, it was glorious! It was youth. It was Summer on Emerald Isle.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Apr 2014 01:49:55 +0000

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