Hurrication from Sungazing by Jib Haddan

The hurricane was over.
I used the last of my battery to listen to
"Stay Honest" with you.
I didn't know you knew all of the lyrics like me.
We danced round and bounced and laughed and screamed
like two happy children that have finally found their sense of
belonging.

And then it hit me: feels like I'm at a show again.
The images rush into my head.
The crowded room, the sweaty hugs, my smiling friends.

Brisk morning air.
My phone is still dead,
But I think the lack of the knowlege of the passage of time
helps me clear my head.
So I fill it with some of my favorite memories:
camping in Arizona, driving accross the country.
My cheeks are wet, I'm looking at the sun thinking of my favorite things.

And then it hit me: feels like I'm at a show again.
The images rush into my head.
The crowded room, the sweaty hugs, my smiling friends.

I cried tears of happiness, I miss my friends.
We will cry tears of happiness, we'll see our friends.

• Alternative
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