To reminisce with my old friends, a chance to share some memories, and play our songs again.
Just sipping on an iced mango
…and so this guy parks his car on the street, gets out, starts shuffling to his music, gets back in his car and drives away.
Oh these irreplaceable moments.
novelocean:
it was summer and i hoped for more than the rut this place brings. all i got was emptiness that still haunts me. i lost a part of me and i lost my way but the pictures stayed to follow me to bed. what i’ll see tonight i won’t see ever again.
this is what my night consisted of. this, visiting shuhei, and bread night.
Their music has been playing in my head all weekend even without the help of my iPhone.
Big Jet Plane on repeat.
Tales of an untold future...
A mesmerising enlightenment soaks up my entirety.
They mock; a questioning eyebrow elicits a pre judgement.
Words unheralded
Bereft, attempting to stroll the promenade to serendipity.
They speak, I wonder.
How?