I went down to the lake today for the first time since last, it's been so long since my lungs have held fresh air. Lately my mind has been sick with diesel fumes and arrogance. I left before the sun set though, the tide kept creeping up on me as if it knew I didn't belong there.
Some people don't deserve memories, but I keep them despite the consequences. They are full of doorsteps, iced cream, and brown eyes. I don't care how many people have shared them, I know what it felt like. I just wish I could tell you how things aren't always how they seem, even though it wouldn't matter.
I know you've moved on in a way that counts, probably for th