Someday I would like to meet myself for the first time, with eyes of brilliant silver and an unquenchable thirst to know. I'm not as young as I used to be; my knees have gotten weak and my memory's grown thin. Uncertainty holds back a once steady hand, and time plagues every option. Only stories and fingerprints connect me to the child of my youth.
Time is never as honest as she'd have you believe.
Remembering when we remembered when we were so full of youth how we longed for the truth. We made a promise we swore that we'd keep, climbing through the trees. This summer will never die. This summer we can never die.