I miss concerts. I miss the drums replacing my heartbeat, the crowds, the drinks, the line to get in. I miss that split second of silence right before the first song comes on. I miss falling in love with that pure-bliss-feeling in the middle of my favorite song bouncing off every smile, every dance move, every pair of eyes closed. I miss cloud 9.
THINKING OF YOU
I feel you on my mind. On my head. It's like you're on my shoulder, but rather than the devil and the angel, you're just you. Perfectly you, smiling. And I've got nothing but heart eyes.
Finally, his dream place. Tall ceilings, big windows. He bought a pair of white overalls just so he could paint his walls, be messy and feel alive. There's nothing like the first day in a new place.