I miss those summer days
when nothing was serious,
but every moment meant the world to me.
Warm nights,
loitering at the train station.
Sunny afternoons,
walking to no where.
I miss those summer days
when your smile was brighter than the open sky,
and your eyes held all the secrets in the world,
reflecting each bird and cloud
that passed over our heads.
I want to go back to when we were perfectly content
with sitting in the grass,
holding hands,
and watching the night pass by.
I miss laughing until we can't breathe,
and bantering over silly things
only because we have nothing better to do.
I'd gladly go back to the day we got lost in the woods,
if it meant I would no longer be lost in my thoughts.















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"is the search for god absurd?"
"it is if everyone dies alone."
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And neither the angels in heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee
-Edgar Allen Poe
i think everyone misses summer. and now it's like it's officially dead.
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"is the search for god absurd?"
"it is if everyone dies alone."
--
And neither the angels in heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee
-Edgar Allen Poe
something interesting may come up again. at least i'm hoping so.
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"is the search for god absurd?"
"it is if everyone dies alone."
--
And neither the angels in heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee
-Edgar Allen Poe
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"is the search for god absurd?"
"it is if everyone dies alone."
now you got me thinking again...
time machine? yes?
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You just lost THE GAME :]
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