i remember spending my days
slow dancing in an empty room
i remember the sunlight pouring in-- golden
i remember my bare feet padding upon the wooden floors
i remember sipping salty tears in the warmth of sunshine
i remember solitude and screaming a landslide
i remember smiling until my cheeks hurt
i remember the tummy aches from laughter rolling like mountains
i remember the distant smell of lavender and vanilla
i remember me and you and the sunset
About the Creator
Pearl
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 days ago in Fiction
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