thinking.....dreaming.....wandering.....lost........conclusions.......hope

If 'emo' was around when I was 16 I would have been it. I remember too many rainy days walking alone and detouring through the cemetery. And liking it. And reading obscure old books. And thinking no one in the world felt how I did.

I still have a touch of that certain kind of melancholic romanticism. I want to lay down in my front yard and stare at the sky

(photos courtesy of me, I took them in my front yard)

And here this song playing in my ears over and over again