[summer.]
summer night’s silence is so fascinating.
summer nights are. they’re nostalgic and melancholy. but also make your skin buzz with anticipation of something. they bring back all the memories of when you were young, free and naive. but also promise the smell of rain, laughter, letting go. if crickets sing and there’s a breeze - you can almost smell everything that once was, your fingertips can almost reach the sounds that come to your mind you associate with summer. you remember yourself as a fifteen years old, looking into the night and listening to this one song, you remember the things lost and the things promised. you remember friends you had that parted ways with you (i remember - always, my irc community - 6 wonderful years of multinational people - where are they now? how do they live? do they still love all the things we used to share our love for?).
summer nights are painful because they open the memory lane. you close your eyes ad remember every summer, every song, every face, every word. and know it’s gone - people, dreams, hopes.
and the silence in which every sound makes you thing and your imagination unfold - the rustle of a bag - a murder. the clack of heels - a dreamer walking at night. it’s anticipating something but also withholding a lot. summer night’s air is laced with current, ominous but also promising.
it’s bittersweet.
what’s been lost, what’s been found, what belongs to me.*
*it’s a quote from love mode by yuki shimizu, a yaoi manga. for some reason this line struck me. i have it written on a wall. it’s also sad - i remember reading it during summer, at night, smoking a cigarette in my room, on the 4th floor with a great view. summer breeze laying with the curtains. and it was silent, i wasn’t listening to anything. i remember being on irc and talking with friends whose nicknames i’ve long forgotten. it’s all gone now.
summer nights are. they’re nostalgic and melancholy. but also make your skin buzz with anticipation of something. they bring back all the memories of when you were young, free and naive. but also promise the smell of rain, laughter, letting go. if crickets sing and there’s a breeze - you can almost smell everything that once was, your fingertips can almost reach the sounds that come to your mind you associate with summer. you remember yourself as a fifteen years old, looking into the night and listening to this one song, you remember the things lost and the things promised. you remember friends you had that parted ways with you (i remember - always, my irc community - 6 wonderful years of multinational people - where are they now? how do they live? do they still love all the things we used to share our love for?).
summer nights are painful because they open the memory lane. you close your eyes ad remember every summer, every song, every face, every word. and know it’s gone - people, dreams, hopes.
and the silence in which every sound makes you thing and your imagination unfold - the rustle of a bag - a murder. the clack of heels - a dreamer walking at night. it’s anticipating something but also withholding a lot. summer night’s air is laced with current, ominous but also promising.
it’s bittersweet.
what’s been lost, what’s been found, what belongs to me.*
*it’s a quote from love mode by yuki shimizu, a yaoi manga. for some reason this line struck me. i have it written on a wall. it’s also sad - i remember reading it during summer, at night, smoking a cigarette in my room, on the 4th floor with a great view. summer breeze laying with the curtains. and it was silent, i wasn’t listening to anything. i remember being on irc and talking with friends whose nicknames i’ve long forgotten. it’s all gone now.