I like the sounds you make
We put the world away
Yeah, we're so disconnected
My mind held tight around the idea of you, hands draped around my book, the rain in the afternoon. The first April summer rain pools at the corner of my eyes. My heart raced as fast as the changing of the seasons. Let go.
It was the times when I am not afraid of being myself and to show that this universe won't hold me back. The rain wasn't heavy and my heart wasn't either. The atmosphere was warm and you don't understand how I felt when I walked home alone in the warm rain. Oh, it was pretty.
You are my getaway
You are my favourite place
We put the world away
Yeah, we're so disconnected
How fine it is, this kind of memory. I had those optimistic thoughts that is just I failed to shove behind my face. My face was warm, my thought aren't spinning. I am writing this from two months old memory from when it actually happened and I'm quite sure I'm exaggerating the feeling but if my April self could write it, it would've been of similar words choosen.
And my April self thought of you when she endured the summer rain. Please do not forget that dear June self, he made you happy and your hands doesn't quiver anymore because of him.
We get so disconnected
Fancy remembering you April self. And ditto, June self.
