technology is advancing so much

i hope my future 5 year old daughter will still want to have a tea party underwater in the pool with her friends instead of sitting on a couch for entertainment.

sitting in the backseat

hearing Lynyrd Skynyrd on the radio

Dad is driving with his window rolled down and the sun is setting

and we’re going to the beach to see the moon, just after 8:00 PM when you don’t have to pay to park

he still opens the door for my mother before she gets in the car

sometimes they even hold hands

we walked on the tybee pier pavillion and a group was dancing behind a rope tied off from the rest of the wooden floor—some event with rainbow lights flashing and people standing on tables asking where they can get more food.

clouds gracefully dance over the moon and we could see its reflection on the water

crashing waves are strikingly beautiful when sitting on the beach but they have a different appeal when observing them move while you walk in their same direction

people danced and drank their beers. we walked by and took in the salty air.

these are the nights i’m going to look back on and miss one day,

with a full belly from the perfectly seasoned steaks dad made for dinner, and wide eyes from staring at a bright moon peeking from the clouds, with only Forrest Gump waiting on the tv at home for us to arrive, and my little dog baloo.

i have a great family.

(Source: nicosuave, via swayinghummingbirds)

Bony fingers rekindle a borrowed cigarette,

sometimes inhaling the smoke to remember, and other times, exhaling to forget.

Her pupils get lost in her irises and she stares at couples passing by,

while shaking off the longing to have that someone;

the memory of it is enough to make her cry. 

Thoughts creep in that still make her face blush and even the cloud of smoke can’t conceal it.

People walk with broken hearts every day but she questions if they really feel it.

Not like the concrete beneath her bare feet but like

the starving child who sees an untouchable feast too high to reach or

the homeless man who can’t remember his own name or where he came from.

To have everything fall down on you so hard, all at once, that you just can’t feel anymore.

She puts the cigarette to her mouth.

What a shame, such a beautiful girl cannot put the cigarette down.