Lost Summers, Past Lovers and Broken Summer Soundtracks

So a restless night with the stars and moon shining bright through my bedroom window all night, still ¾ asleep as I make the train, the sun gently warms my face and begins to slowly warm my heart with that smell that it brings. That empty smell that stirs all kinds of nostalgia and all kinds of excitement and all manner of memories and feelings that lay sleeping in your mind, that only the sun it seems can disturb. Lost summers, past lovers, broken summer soundtracks, what might have been, friends you haven’t seen and shattered dreams, talking all night under moonlight even if it was talking shite, holding hands, watching bands, train journeys and bike rides to a far away lands. Split paths that might never meet again, words left unsaid still haunting your brain. SJ

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