Saturday, 5 March 2011

It was a secret haven littered with remnants of youth: broken bottles, shards of glass scattered across the floor, burned pieces of paper from nights of boredom, old and empty cigarette packets, a dusty armchair and newspaper clippings among other things. It was a time capsule, and he said it was ours for the taking. We could relive our golden days, go back to the time where everything was okay and all of today's problems, frustrations, fights, none of them would mean a thing.