Spoiled Bonestime isn't real
The sun is glimmering
through the pine needles
of the pine trees, above our heads
An invigorating breeze blows as we lay content with life on the ground wishing time to stand still in these moments
In this moment The night filled with strong drink and laughter
We wait patiently for morning to come to be lazy in the sheets of each others bare skin still reminiscing of the time spent caressing one another trying to figure out what exactly it is we’re feeling Pupils extended outward to visualize the future yet the future is not where we wish to be
Let’s stay fixated on the blues
yellows and greens of the sunrise because we stayed up until 6 am again Let’s wallow in life now stay in the present and be one Tomorrow will come but there is no rush Time isn’t real but we are written by Caleb Sarvis | @cdsarvis
Gin | @ginandjustice Felice | @felice.c0m