way to be.
it has been nearly a year since i have posted to this journal. i spent an afternoon last month reading through my old posts missing the years ive let carelessly slip by.
so many changes in the past few weeks.
so many in the past few years.
i remember fondly sitting on a picnic table in the middle of the quad lit only by parking lot lights and spending a fleeting moment with kittel.
i remember logging thousands of miles in the blue saturn with jen as my co-pilot and audio navigator running from the nothingness in our fear driven heads with voices louder than this planet and thoughts smaller that an ant. either way they both weighed a ton.
i remember nervous sneakers facing smiling crowds.
nervous heels facing smiling friends.
nervous feet facing smiling oceans.
i remember your faces at his funeral and the last embrace made by the last-only-boy-i-nearly-married, and how scared his face was to see me so alive.
i remember cloth clad studios hiding the joys of procrastination and the love of saves the day.
i remember far away dorm rooms, spent nights with far away souls.
i remember white washed buildings and no air conditioning.
i remember passing you on the street in madison leaving only the fireworks show between us.
i remember 2 being "spooned" in my back seat and the fronters blinded by new snow and chris carraba.
all in all i remember the same faces reminding me to keep remembering and keep being.
so many changes in the past few weeks.
so many in the past few years.
i remember fondly sitting on a picnic table in the middle of the quad lit only by parking lot lights and spending a fleeting moment with kittel.
i remember logging thousands of miles in the blue saturn with jen as my co-pilot and audio navigator running from the nothingness in our fear driven heads with voices louder than this planet and thoughts smaller that an ant. either way they both weighed a ton.
i remember nervous sneakers facing smiling crowds.
nervous heels facing smiling friends.
nervous feet facing smiling oceans.
i remember your faces at his funeral and the last embrace made by the last-only-boy-i-nearly-married, and how scared his face was to see me so alive.
i remember cloth clad studios hiding the joys of procrastination and the love of saves the day.
i remember far away dorm rooms, spent nights with far away souls.
i remember white washed buildings and no air conditioning.
i remember passing you on the street in madison leaving only the fireworks show between us.
i remember 2 being "spooned" in my back seat and the fronters blinded by new snow and chris carraba.
all in all i remember the same faces reminding me to keep remembering and keep being.