Sunday, 19 February 2012

Nostalgia.

Missing Falmouth.
As usual.
Playlists lasting for days.
Songs reminding of minutes.

  • Trains and tracks
  • 4am
  • Dawn
  • Pots of crab and wooden forks
  • Quayside drinks
  • Sea swim
  • Rock jumps
  • Fishing fails
  • Wet car seats
  • Dripping hair
  • Goosebumps
  • Scavenged scallops
  • Sun kissed skin
  • Tequila sting
  • Farm house raves
  • Spinning poi
  • Roads that wind
  • Stranded by tides
  • Draughts through doorways
  • Firework fancies
  • Sticky basement floors
  • Wet denim
  • Holes in knees
  • Sand and toes
  • Freckle face
  • Cheese in Cider
  • Spontaneous parties

I'm not sure I can go on.
If i do, the overwhelming temptation to get in the car and drive becomes too strong.
I'm going back soon.
Soon.
Soon.
Soon.

Fuck it.

I'm gone.

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