Always remember there was nothing worth sharing...
I know I have alluded to this on FB, but the Avett Brothers REALLY remind me of Counting Crows.
Songs I am currently obsessed by and their corresponding CC song:
Murder in the City- no particular song, just a general feeling
Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise- Mrs. Potter's Lullabye
Tin Man- American Girls
I and Love and You- Long December
Rereading through these archives I forget how much has changed since I kept this journal; scarier still is the tiny seeds scattered throughout that blossomed into the terrible awakenings of 2007 and 2009. Every reference to my parents is a sharp knife to my lungs. I promised myself that I would not emote like I used to after my mother's accident, at least not until the bulk of her estate was settled. I have kept this promise mostly, at what cost I do not know.
I recognize that I am heavier now than I was then, in soul and stature. Looking back over these old things is like reading letters from summer camp. So much glitter, so much spirit. I was wreckless, and passionate then. But trouble rolled through and you have to hunker down, protect the light you have from the blistering winds. I have changed, so much so that I feel foreign in my own life sometimes. But it is my life, and though my story will never be the story I set out to write, the telling is still up to me.
Bear with me, as I readjust to the LJ habit :)
Songs I am currently obsessed by and their corresponding CC song:
Murder in the City- no particular song, just a general feeling
Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise- Mrs. Potter's Lullabye
Tin Man- American Girls
I and Love and You- Long December
Rereading through these archives I forget how much has changed since I kept this journal; scarier still is the tiny seeds scattered throughout that blossomed into the terrible awakenings of 2007 and 2009. Every reference to my parents is a sharp knife to my lungs. I promised myself that I would not emote like I used to after my mother's accident, at least not until the bulk of her estate was settled. I have kept this promise mostly, at what cost I do not know.
I recognize that I am heavier now than I was then, in soul and stature. Looking back over these old things is like reading letters from summer camp. So much glitter, so much spirit. I was wreckless, and passionate then. But trouble rolled through and you have to hunker down, protect the light you have from the blistering winds. I have changed, so much so that I feel foreign in my own life sometimes. But it is my life, and though my story will never be the story I set out to write, the telling is still up to me.
Bear with me, as I readjust to the LJ habit :)