Posted in childhood, poetry The End of Summer Posted on August 16, 2015August 16, 2015 by SHE'S IN PRISON Nostalgia central. Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPinterestPrintMoreTumblrLinkedInRedditPocketLike this:Like Loading... Author: SHE'S IN PRISON Poetry and music. View All Posts
That summer has passed. Everything is new, each season, each year. But why can’t we long for reminiscent times? Why do we need to build up new nows and new futures? Our life is not a growth economy and now we know that doesn’t work in the long run. Reply
She's in Prison 
this is lovely!
Thank you!
That summer has passed. Everything is new, each season, each year. But why can’t we long for reminiscent times? Why do we need to build up new nows and new futures? Our life is not a growth economy and now we know that doesn’t work in the long run.