honestly

the greyhound brought me a nice surprise. Bowman and I talked for hours on the porch, and reminisced about last summer. That summer was a wreck, a mess. I was jobless and entangled in the sticky sweetness of such lazy days and the hazy air of summer. We all were.

More than anything i was in love. I was in love with capturing every moment, with tackling every experience, and with the ebb and flow of the days and hours and minutes. I couldn't have been more happy or more miserable all at once. It was the summer of reverie and teenage angst. I was most in love with the pain and ever more so in love with all the laughter.

This summer, a year later, I'm hoping will reach it's full potential. I don't know what I'm looking for in it, but things will just fall from the sky and we hope it all gets us high. "the things that make you high will make you die." I want a party pit and those certain songs that get so scratched into our souls. I wantwantwant, but HONESTLY I'll settle for anything that makes me smile. And HONESTLY who can call that settling?