ThisFictitous

this is those quiet drives on a deeply foggy night. this is the words you thought to say only after the fact. this is the humid nights spent catching fireflies in mason jars just to watch them burnout on your windowsill. this is your dream of a flat in the city. this is the smell of a chlorinated swimsuit of those carefree summers. this is getting lost in a foreign city. this is the trance when you stare into a fire. this is the songs that bring back old feelings. this is the time spent sitting on the roof in the night. this is your longing of a house in the country. this is the walks you take in the slow drizzle of a warm autumn rain. these are the memories that make you who you are and yearn for who you could have been.