the echo of a subwoofer lullaby flowing melodically through my brain reminding me of times of old no pain the brisk winds on a march day only with your thoughts hyperaware of all senses laying down on the steep-banked creek or the bridge of the one song giving chills all around ascending to the heavens close to full volume its moments like this that we try to recreate trying to replicate the past right now will be the past so follow the ebbs and flows the fountain of youth that you look for is right now.
how the flock did I think this deeply on a random Thursday night lol peace by lauren [nosurname]
