Lovely Summer Girl

A hundred different references and remembrances rise up in my head, swirling around the current music and moments...

I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl;
It's summer when she smiles, I'm laughing like a child.
from Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater. It's caught in my mind, and my vision is smitten by everything yellow. It's all around me, and I am in love with it.

Airborne Toxic Event's "Innocence." I want to go out and run to it. It builds up, slow violins and guitar strings at first, and then you blink and he's screaming, sobbing, curling his curses into the air inside your ears.

Were we happier as children? As younger teenagers? Because it's great, growing up, but it hurts. I love it. I hate it. Why this--

Whatever. Writing isn't nearly as releasing as listening to music. Drums and bass blow everything out of proportion, and it feels good. Especially that song, "Innocence." So angsty but so--

Listening to it gives me so much satisfaction, like I'm biting through a thick piece of half-raw meat, juices oozing down my chin, red and wild. I feel like a berserker. A barbarian from the black forests, bows and arrows sticking out of my back, moss clinging to the soles of my feet.

Airborne Toxic Event my war cry.