IRC-Galleria

remember when we used to sing. sing along the songs from radio, even when we didn't know the lyrics, we didn't care. the sun was setting behind our backs, when we walked a mile or two, not knowing where our legs would lead us. we laughed for the jokes we never even told. we slept when our eyes wouldn't keep open anymore and woke up when the first sunbeams hit our eyelids. last summer was the best of my life.