everyone

can you feel this?

when you stand before this kind of night, and it just radiates, the air so thick with steam, the wet footprints splashed across tiles, the lingering smell of the barbecue.

everyone hangs in the air, in this moment snapping to, photographs in their chairs.

and, you know, you could get nostalgic—these summers used to be yours. but now there are new kids, with chattering teeth, pizza spilled across the floor. their mothers tracing lines across their cheeks, zinc, smiles.

it really is beautiful, stunning, all these words that mean so little, in the end, and you just have to be there, holding your hands together, feeling it all.

and clarity by jimmy eat world is playing, and it is just, this, forever.