summer is love
you know i love songs about summer, sad ones or happy ones. i really do. i sing to myself a lot and i've been singing old ataris songs lately. or songs from the mix tape chesca gave me years ago, before i went up to baguio.
i don't have that tape anymore. i don't remember who i lent it to. i lose a lot of things that way. i hope whoever has it listens to it, it's a great selection. i was listening to landslide and you know how memories are just not replays in your head? sometimes you can taste them. feel them.
during landslide this goes through my head: the taste of ice tea strong in your mouth because you taste things better before you start smoking. the smell of singaw from cold rain hitting hot ground. i still love that smell. the glee club rehearsing, the songs echoing down empty school corridors. the sound of black patent leather heels smacking against tile.
and laughter.
summers are for love, for drinking, for sleeping in late and for beach days. for diving into water and rolling onto your back, floating mindlessly in a sea that stretches farther than you can imagine. summer are for diving down past the surface because the silence underwater is better than any silence.
if all goes well, this my last summer. my last real summer. soon i will start to work and go on through the strange and often irrational process of growing up.
that kind of sucks, honestly.
i don't have that tape anymore. i don't remember who i lent it to. i lose a lot of things that way. i hope whoever has it listens to it, it's a great selection. i was listening to landslide and you know how memories are just not replays in your head? sometimes you can taste them. feel them.
during landslide this goes through my head: the taste of ice tea strong in your mouth because you taste things better before you start smoking. the smell of singaw from cold rain hitting hot ground. i still love that smell. the glee club rehearsing, the songs echoing down empty school corridors. the sound of black patent leather heels smacking against tile.
and laughter.
summers are for love, for drinking, for sleeping in late and for beach days. for diving into water and rolling onto your back, floating mindlessly in a sea that stretches farther than you can imagine. summer are for diving down past the surface because the silence underwater is better than any silence.
if all goes well, this my last summer. my last real summer. soon i will start to work and go on through the strange and often irrational process of growing up.
that kind of sucks, honestly.