Can You Hear Them Come?

It sort of sucks to have all of these realizations. That sometime hurt feels so good. Sometimes crying is so damn beautiful. Love is all there is and it just fucking isn't enough. Because you might be driving and get hit by a bus. and that's all there is.

Turn Wedding gowns to angel clothes

I just had one of the best fourty-five minutes I've had in a long time. With some unexpected time, I paid a visit to the Tweed Museum, a place where I've been only breifly last year. I decided music would accompany the situation well. I selected Cloud Cult's Feel Good Ghosts (Tea-Partying Through Tornadoes) album. It had been a while since I'd listened to it, and it will forever be one of my favorites. I'm not sure if it was the music, the extreme fatigue I was experiencing, or the art, but I couldn't hold back the tears. And they just kept coming. And it felt so good, like the best day. There was a very special clarity in those moments. The pictures seemed to speak with Mr. Minowa's lyrics. Brand new stories were being born everywhere I looked. It feels so nice to feel.
I love you all.