mood: floating
music: 'violence' by low
summer nights just aren't the same anymore. the cool dark air just doesn't hold the promise it did a year ago. tonight the air feels stale. i feel stale. it's only been a year, but how much did i grow? last summer i felt young. this summer i feel old.
old with responsibilities, old with exhaustion, old with loneliness. with a girlfriend 150 miles farther away than i'd care to have her, there just isn't a time when life wouldn't be better with a hand to hold and a cheek to kiss.
there just isn't the spark of a limitless life to be lived. there's the feeling of a life to be limited to.
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