Reminiscent
Do you remember back then? The days when hair and dress were priority and care was something we thought hovered over whether or not we saw each other?
Do you remember the days when the end of the world was present in our lack of clothing? The days when your day could be ruined with one word or look?
Do you remember when my hair made me cry? The days when boys were the reason we went anywhere or did anything? Has that changed?
Do you remember feeling excitement from riding around with the windows down and the radio up in our very first junky cars? Or riding into the night with the older boys? And do you remember when that started to not be enough?
Do you remember the days when our biggest worry was getting caught with a rated R movie, or authority finding out we got kicked out of Opry Mills. I felt obligated to be ashamed of those times, but the adrenaline masked it all and I was proud instead.
Do you remember getting that feeling of rebellion and the simultaneous rush, and then nurturing the excitement of it? Do you remember sliding away from tradition into your own being? Were you aware we were riding into the future? Did you know you were consuming your youth?
Do you remember Oklahoma, the Turkish Royals, and Indian Casinos? Did you remember that was a turning point for me?
Do you remember the days when we thought we were cool because we went to hookah bars and took turns smoking weed out of a can in the parking lot? The days when church was quickly becoming something of the past?
Do you remember the opium? The days when it was right to sit around the house, play video games, and do drugs...and that was rad?
Do you remember the times when we would finally get together and you had changed and I had changed, and all of us changed, but we were still best friends? The times when you told me you were finally smoking weed...and that made me so happy?
Do you remember when I was in love? Do you remember when you were in love? Do you remember when and how most of that love ended and some of it lasts, still?
Do you remember when all of our friends were friends and there was nobody else...then we all turned 21? It seems like yesterday.
Do you remember the days I can't remember because I was stoned? I wish you could. I wish I could, and I wish there were some days I could forget.
Do you remember the woods and the trips that almost scared us to insanity? Do you remember the madness feeling as good as I remember it feeling? Do you remember breaking the branches to keep our camp warm, and it feeling like that was our purpose in life?
Do you remember when we thought everything would be okay, because we were happy and that was all that mattered?
Do you remember our first tattoo's and our first nights spent praying to the porcelain gods? Do you remember how it felt to find, know, and experience our limits?
Do you remember the trees? And can you see them as clearly as you saw them on a late summer day in the waking of our past? The guitars, the piano, the drums, the bass, the basement, the parties...the deception? Can you hear the round sound of present becoming past and the future sneaking up on us?
Do you remember the days when the end of the world was present in our lack of clothing? The days when your day could be ruined with one word or look?
Do you remember when my hair made me cry? The days when boys were the reason we went anywhere or did anything? Has that changed?
Do you remember feeling excitement from riding around with the windows down and the radio up in our very first junky cars? Or riding into the night with the older boys? And do you remember when that started to not be enough?
Do you remember the days when our biggest worry was getting caught with a rated R movie, or authority finding out we got kicked out of Opry Mills. I felt obligated to be ashamed of those times, but the adrenaline masked it all and I was proud instead.
Do you remember getting that feeling of rebellion and the simultaneous rush, and then nurturing the excitement of it? Do you remember sliding away from tradition into your own being? Were you aware we were riding into the future? Did you know you were consuming your youth?
Do you remember Oklahoma, the Turkish Royals, and Indian Casinos? Did you remember that was a turning point for me?
Do you remember the days when we thought we were cool because we went to hookah bars and took turns smoking weed out of a can in the parking lot? The days when church was quickly becoming something of the past?
Do you remember the opium? The days when it was right to sit around the house, play video games, and do drugs...and that was rad?
Do you remember the times when we would finally get together and you had changed and I had changed, and all of us changed, but we were still best friends? The times when you told me you were finally smoking weed...and that made me so happy?
Do you remember when I was in love? Do you remember when you were in love? Do you remember when and how most of that love ended and some of it lasts, still?
Do you remember when all of our friends were friends and there was nobody else...then we all turned 21? It seems like yesterday.
Do you remember the days I can't remember because I was stoned? I wish you could. I wish I could, and I wish there were some days I could forget.
Do you remember the woods and the trips that almost scared us to insanity? Do you remember the madness feeling as good as I remember it feeling? Do you remember breaking the branches to keep our camp warm, and it feeling like that was our purpose in life?
Do you remember when we thought everything would be okay, because we were happy and that was all that mattered?
Do you remember our first tattoo's and our first nights spent praying to the porcelain gods? Do you remember how it felt to find, know, and experience our limits?
Do you remember the trees? And can you see them as clearly as you saw them on a late summer day in the waking of our past? The guitars, the piano, the drums, the bass, the basement, the parties...the deception? Can you hear the round sound of present becoming past and the future sneaking up on us?
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