The fire in the backyard, the fairy lights around, there is no place more peaceful.
It is dark, nearly midnight, but the town is still thriving. The New Year’s Eve fireworks, the flickering orange light of the fire.
The gentle strumming the guitar, the once annoying, but now peaceful hum of the cicadas. The laughter of my friends, the waves crashing to the shore.
Wide- eyed and alive, we are lost in time. We walk down the road, we feel safe and comfortable, but wild and free.
Can we stay here forever? Will we ever calm down, feel tired, ever?
The good, playful vibes, the feeling that you can do anything, with no stresses in the world. The dread of going home. I don’t want to leave.
Lost In time, never sleeping,
Lost in time,