Every now and then i long for the times when we'd smoke cigarettes on those late night summer drives. The carefree days of our youth seem like a lifetime ago. Now we're left with the remnants, and we're haunted my the ghosts.
And it's ok yeah yeah. Confront the demons then move on. Let the past be the past. Never dwell on mistakes, life's too short for regrets.
So roll down the windows, and blare the music. This feeling is elation, we struggle not to lose it. The warm summer air is a welcome change from winter's cold and bitter breeze.
I engulf myself with the happiness i'm feeling. More often than not, this sensation is fleeting. And all i'm left with? Reopening of the wounds that i'd thought had long since been healed.End...
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