Snapshots

Give me a cause, give me a reason and I am yours. But you can't, can you? Because there are no more left.

When the sun rises and when the sun sets, when you betted that I would be fine. When all I wanted was the peculiar sense of happiness and all I want now is a cause. Another thing to fight for, because otherwise what's the point in living anyway?

The begining of summer has always been sudden to me. Everytime is different, but the feeling you get is unmistaken and very same.
Life becomes beautiful.
I know that you would be laughing at me now and I would smile. Just like we used to do before, when all we had was each other and our broken souls. I don't know about yours anymore, but mine still is. But do you know what summer beginings remind me of most? My naive dreams soaked by all those ideals and morals that I never stop being assembled with. I miss the person I was back then when I was seventeen. She was reckless and wise, but unbelievably stupid. She was the person I would probably never ever be again. Don't tell me you don't miss her. Open skies and endless fields, scent of dry grass and upcoming storm. Free and careless. Full of hopes and less emptiness. You could see the sadness in her eyes back then too, but it was concealed with the foolishness of childhood, the same one that is now underneath all those built defense walls and layers.
I need to feel the saltiness of the sea water on my skin again. I need to recapture all those long gone sunsets that I missed whilst I was busy wasting time.
Need to.
Want to.
Feel to.