The smell of the chlorine lingering on my fingers.
Gave me the feel of flashbacks when hugging you.
Tickling the inside of me, giving me the side of greif.
Wasting the time felt illiterately.
As apposed to being fluent in this language.
Which had taken over in that period of 18 of the 4 twenty-four 7's.
Giving me knowledge of a lost and found.
Which led to a missing piece in this life of mine.
I am taking a break on trying to find anyone,
Cause it's impossible to out-do you,
This world circles around me now, rather then when I circled around you,
And we had our own little world.
Posted from my iPad.
