Summer was long.

But here I am.

And it is gone.



You keep asking whether or not it has hit me yet. At approximately 4:47 am, I can tell you I still can't go to bed because I cannot stop thinking of you.


Dammit, come back



Draw a line in the sand,
don't cross it.
Keep your hopes in a box,
don't lock it.
Keep your love right here,
don't toss it.
It's the best part
of everything you own.