Im still not entirely intact.

Some days are better than others.

Some days I see light at the end of the tunnel.

Most I grieve as though a loved one died.

Friends help.

They keep me occupied and unaware.

Sometimes though, it gets to me and I struggle.

Manchester Orchastrea has fucked with my head.

Their music has incompased my life.

And then there is one other song.

Its even a little hard to listen to.




This song repeated my entire trip back from Johnson City the other night.

I listened to no other song.

It eats at me in a crazy way.

It even followed all the way to Denver and back.