Denim frayed & sparkling rose


Some days in their nature call for the most worn-in tee and well-loved cut offs. As do afternoons that deem appropriate for sneaking into marinas with Carly and a bottle of sparkling brut. A tourist in my hometown, though always at home at the edge of the dock. Sans tee with sun rays, long talks and sunwind. Sometimes all you need is that dock and that friend, and those cut-off baby blues so endlessly frayed. 

Wisdom's a gift, but you'd trade it it for youth
Age is an honor, its still not the truth
We saw the stars when they hid from the world
You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl
Maybe she's gone and I can't resurrect her
The truth is she doesn't need me to protect her
We know the true death
The true way of all flesh
Everyone's dying,

but girl you're not old yet.

Photos: By Carly & I