Clouded
My mind keeps going back to that summer of long days and endless nights. One weekend in particular has me on a string. Four of us took a small trip to Carlyle Lake. We thought we were so grown up then. We spent every night up late watching the moon travel across the sky and the reflection of its face in the water. We sat by the lake for hours just talking of our lives up to that point. Music, other friends, personal issues etc… just anything and everything to murder time. Man.. sometimes I just don’t want to age anymore. I wish I could go back in time to relive those moments. It’s so strange how I felt so sad then, but they were the days where I’ve never felt more alive.













