Something about the old days. I can't say they were good, so no good old days. But I can say this:
I was in love back then. A drummer, a heartbeat, a very short period of time of many heartbeats, loads of texting, smiling, teasing, laughing. Music, my ears were full of music, melodic, stoner mostly, good and bad quality, i deeply didn't care because it was his music, our music. Not anymore but its ok. Our 'ours' is no more, my mind goes back to those days and feels still the same feelings, the same aches, the odd wild looks we shared-maybe I am exaggerating now but it's still ok for me to do that-.
I was in love, I still am in this moment in my dreams. This is why I love my dreams, becaue I can be anything. I can be in love.
I was in love back then. A drummer, a heartbeat, a very short period of time of many heartbeats, loads of texting, smiling, teasing, laughing. Music, my ears were full of music, melodic, stoner mostly, good and bad quality, i deeply didn't care because it was his music, our music. Not anymore but its ok. Our 'ours' is no more, my mind goes back to those days and feels still the same feelings, the same aches, the odd wild looks we shared-maybe I am exaggerating now but it's still ok for me to do that-.
I was in love, I still am in this moment in my dreams. This is why I love my dreams, becaue I can be anything. I can be in love.
