How many times did you say those words
I can’t remember
It’s hard to remember a dream
But I remember how they felt… 118 more words
Sometimes you just want the thing that tastes the way the thing tasted when you were young.
This isn’t exactly exactly it (maybe it never will be, maybe that taste requires that cosmic balance of time and place and life outlook and delicate connections that are shifted merely by growing older and losing that particular perspective pinpoint), but this is close. 13 more words