So I’ll bite the inside of my mouth, repress this feeling in my chest. Sit up straight on this wooden bench while an old lady plays an out of tune organ, gasping for its last breath.
To the living and the dead: We are burdened by the things that we have done and the things we have not. We remember our broken promises and missed opportunities.
The Love we have taken for granted—the love that we have not returned. Unfortunate circumstances, road trips we’ve always missed. So I’ll take another picture of my hometown through the window of a moving car.
released September 1, 2016
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