consider it done
im in an old place.
a familiar place, thats not so familiar. the walls are painted, and some are missing, theres new furniture too.
that doesnt change what has happened here. i remember everything. every single detail embedded in these floors,
and these windows, and the roof, mattresses, bathrooms, basements, garage. the road still leads to the lake, and
trails to those old houses, the old pub and the churchyard tombstones, the dog burried in the yard. i could go on endlessly.
this was one of my home away from homes over the past 6 years. i learned so much about myself within these walls.
i miss so much, and i never knew i would.
a rotting house in grand old green township.
holds so many things for our little group. we gathered here tonight and forgot about the wrongs we've done eachother
and just tried to relive a bit of what we loved so dearly, hold onto a few of those strings to our past. those things that
we shared are why we are who we are, why were all still here... as friends. time passed, we aged and learned rough
lessons, and we are still learning.
this is love.
these girls i grew up with. scattered across the house drunken & asleep. we destroyed our youth together, and we
laughed and cried the whole way through.
i hope we can look back and still lovee every second of it.
this is rambling and possibly senseless. but its real.
i had something to say... but i think i lost it in this glass of cheap vodka and blue mountain dew.
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