SOS





Tonight was soul saving. 

Tonight was thunderstorms, lightning flash photography, parkour, and puddles. 

It was reaching out to an old friend who has a hard time reaching back from Hawaii. I wouldn't, it's better talking to the ocean anyway. 

Tonight was solace in the awaiting embrace from your poetic band mate that lives amidst cougars. 

It was chicken and canyons and coincidences. Windbreakers, what ifs, and why nots. 

Tonight was bliss and nostalgia and freedom. The thunder was liberating, and the rain was serenity. 

Tonight was soul saving. 

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  1. UnknownSeptember 17, 2015 at 1:28 PM

    "Tonight was bliss and nostalgia and freedom. The thunder was liberating, and the rain was serenity. Tonight was soul saving."
    <3 <3 <3

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