Can you remember...
.... when time didn’t cost anything.
Mornings stretched like forever, afternoons smelled like sun and dirt, and the only thing SWe chased was light before it disappeared behind the trees.
No clock owned us.
No small talk drained us.
No quiet resentment traded for a paycheck in order to afford quilted shit paper and a box ah' drier sheets.
Damn...
Back then, life wasn’t something we had to afford....
...it was something we lived.
👁🗨
Mornings stretched like forever, afternoons smelled like sun and dirt, and the only thing SWe chased was light before it disappeared behind the trees.
No clock owned us.
No small talk drained us.
No quiet resentment traded for a paycheck in order to afford quilted shit paper and a box ah' drier sheets.
Damn...
Back then, life wasn’t something we had to afford....
...it was something we lived.
👁🗨
