a bittersweet month full of tender memories and sad realizations and how did we get…to 2008?
past all of the plastic dolls, little ribbons, and teenage angst? past the stupidly happy blind 20’s and the doomsday 30’s? we’re all a year older, honey, not just you…
where are you? i’m here. seemingly standing still…stuck in 1988…
are you different today?
“now that you’ve found it
it’s gone, now that you feel it
lyrics by Radiohead
i’m still the same. wanting to run barefoot on the hardwood surface nestled on the 6th floor. no sound, just light shining through the window and your curious face peeking in.