It was beautiful today.

I saw the neon lights of the movie theater. Grand and red and purple. Bright and luminescent and wonderful. And my mind was high and the car was warm as we drove away and I was happy. I am laughing and I am living even before I am living.

Summertime is playing and his voice is echoing and the drum is beating and I am tapping along. Thumb, index, thumb, thumb,  index, thumb, thumb, index, thumb, thumb, index, pinkie. It would make more sense if you listened to it but it's secure in the back of my mind. Raindrops crowd the windshield. My eyes are wide and I am alive.

They're talking in the front, my mom is bobbing her head to the beat, W is laughing along and I have friends. The song changes. The Kids From Yesterday and I feel a click in my brain to summer nights and fireworks and I lower my eyes.

I finish after the Song is over and my mom is asking what band this is because she loves the music. It is nostalgia I've never felt. Nostalgia I am making. Because it's this feeling that I love so desperately, but I cannot have.

It's being alive. It's forgetting. It's feeling young. It's not giving a shit and I love it.

God I fucking love it.