Then there are those songs that just have meaning.
“Hero/Heroine” by Boys Like Girls will always remind
me of my freshman year of high school. “I WIll Buy
You a New Life” by Everclear is freshman year of
college. Death Cab’s “Title and Registration” fills in
the rest. The lyrics don’t even have to fit the moment.
“I WIll Not Bow” by Breaking Benjamin is the song that
brought me to you. ”RIght Girl” by the Maine is the
song of our break-up. Childish Gambino’s “Bonfire”
is my redemption. “Longview” by Green Day- that’s
childhood to me. These are the songs that seam around
me and lace threads of my old selves to my new. They
don’t bring me back to better days: They bring them
Back to me.
Super Mario All-Stars! I thought I was the only person who had that game!
I miss my tiny bed.
I miss my apartment with its broken kitchen sink.
I miss the fucking bus that never runs on schedule.
I miss walking a few extra blocks to Chipotle for lunch when the weather is nice.
I miss my family there.
I miss classes.
I miss the homeless crack addicts that hang out near the Dome.
I’m very much looking forward to this fall.
This picture is old, but I’m feeling a bit nostalgic tonight.
I was a zebra for Halloween this year :)
Five years ago today
Something insignificant happened
But I still remember the date.
It was one of those sparse March days
Where the temperature soared
Into T-Shirts-n-Shorts territory
And our toes touched the stirring grass
For the first time
In a long time.
We talked about summer
And Warped Tour.
Scary Kids Scaring Kids
Wasn’t playing the Cleveland show
But you were still stoked to go
And I had never been.
You called it a date.
(Little did we know
Warped would end up being the day
I went and got my first car
And you told me you loved me
For the first time.)
That March day
I didn’t know why it felt
As if the breeze was freely humming
And the sun was softly stroking
Against my skin and mine alone.
I didn’t know what it felt like to fall.
I wonder if the pictures I took
On my shitty flip-phone
Are still lost somewhere
On Myspace
Or Photobucket.
I know the playlist I made
Still ticks in my iPod
(Since I haven’t gotten a new one
Since 2005).
My microwave is beeping incessantly
From down the stairs of this modest apartment
Like the alarm clock to the daydreaming
I do much less of anymore.
Tomorrow will hold no meaning
Outside of the essay I have due in PSC304
And the mountain of laundry I’ve been neglecting
But today
I’m thinking of us
And where we are now.
