Maybe, just maybe this is it.
The last ten years have held more in them than I ever could have imagined. In...
On The Edge of Sleep
Brain that trembles like an earthquake, unsure of what season it is, basking in it’s rays regardless. I want to scream at the top of my lungs how good it feels to be alive, to be content, to have found the definition to that word we once found so perplexing. I want to be able to find the words to describe the feelings the last 48 hours has jam packed into it. Different and new, yet...
The same arguement I’ve heard a million times. We are all products of our environments, you’re so thick you’ll never learn. You make it worse for yourself, and then complain when you’ve brought this upon yourself. It’s everyones fault but your own in your book. It kills me. Poor you.
Nights with velvet skies
They just feel right. Just like nights in cars with your favorite songs from your prepubescent years. Where no one talks for hours, because the silence sits perfectly, but every once in awhile conversation about bagels or some other random topic will arise. Jersey kids know all about their bagels.