My Summer.
From surfing lessons and foreign candy tasting to Jaeger-bomb heart explosions and bowling w/ no sleep. Margarita parties and throwin Keggers to drunken fun and screaming headboards. Moons lit on fire and the return of a night sky to making it a Blockbuster night and driving into the mornings. Building bridges and making new friends to catching up with old ones and getting my pants stolen. Late evening talks about aspirations and moments to getting back to what was and billiards to ghetto karaoke. Super Smash Brothers and quest worthy of Titans to speeding tickets and daydreaming at night class. Rewriting in yearbooks and watching That 70s Show to eating Pho and telling ghost stories. Coin flipping and opening up to catching the sunrise and reminiscing. Driving along the river and watching the stars from an outdoor stage to thoughts of far off places and smiles that warm the Atlantic Ocean. Milkshake and smoothie mix-ups to throwin fireballs and misinterpretations. Fortune biscuit jokes and Snakes on a Plane references to acronyms and nickname inside jokes. The past and walking in old shoes to new roads and Freudian balance. Ice skating attempts 1-2-3 to Game Nights 1-2-3. Late night Denny’s runs to...late night Denny’s runs.
I'm glad this is where I spent my summer.
I'm glad this is where I spent my summer.