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[Dec. 29th, 2009|08:01 am] |
i brought a thousand things back with me, that used to decorate my room when i was younger and sadder than i am now. bottles and statues and candle holders and letters, the letters that emily and i traded back and forth for so long. and there was this stack of pictures, inches thick, that i'd forgotten i took, from almost four years ago now, which isn't so long in the scheme of things but feels like another life. and i sorted through them, disney world and high school and arizona in the mountains, and when i saw your face my heart dropped and i had to skip to the next one, but there you were again, a few pictures later, looking down off to the side, stripes and serious. and that was it, but it was enough. i kept pulling things from this bottomless plastic tub, all these paintings she made me, and then i couldn't remember who made...but i think that i do. it doesn't matter anymore anyway, but sometimes i wonder. and i don't know if i'm going to hang it up.
but you know, you can't mistake nostalgia for sadness.
heavy heart all full of acoustics. |
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