Way Things Were

Soft pillows that hold the smell of old memories. Trying to remember those days As these words echo loud. Ocean view turns With silent lips, A lovers grip, Your to far away. Wheels turning on unpaved roads Closed eyes with opend hearts Sweet summer winds die down and drift apart. I go by that curb everyday. Today I plunged off of it, not the same. I feel summer memories calling me. I see old friends only from the back now. I am looking forward to my photography project. It hits close to home. Tyler, If you read this I am using that song Illustrations of Melbourne. Anyways Im really looking forward to it. All the pictures go along with the music and well if you have heard the song then you know the rest.I wish I could be happy again....I forget how that feels