Sep 23, 2004 01:04
It's sort of funny to think about.
I can remember being 15 years old, and hearing it for the first time.
I remember downloading it just because someone told me he liked it.
Because that's the sort of thing scrawny, awkward, horrifyingly uncool 15 year olds do.
I remember I liked it a lot. A lotta lot.
I liked it so much, I bought the album in fact.
I even taught myself how to play it on my bass.
I remember I thought it was beautiful and romantic and I wished I had someone to dance to it with.
Never ever could I have imagined, nearly four years later, I'd be lying there, listening to it again.
Curled up under one big blanket, with two of my closest friends, fighting off the cold creeping its way in through the open windows.
Listening to it echo and fill the room... ringing off the walls, off the back of my mind.
Letting my eyelids droop in content
and drifting off to sleep with a slight crooked smile on my face
Hundreds of miles from the place I called "home"
Feeling more happy, alive, safe, and "home" than I have in my entire life.