It's that time of year

[blindmelancholy]

I don't know why this song always seems to mean more to me during this time of year, or why it feels like it has more relevance to my current state of being.

My city's still breathing (but barely it's true)
through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
all sparkled with broken glass.
I'm back with scars

Comments

[spazalistic]

i have no clue why you miss virginia because florida is way better, i was down there this weekend. i think we were near gainesville at some point? i waved.

[indacoillusion]

Why do we miss anywhere?
Or anything?
Or anyone?

Is it our endless search for identity that perpetuates this nostalgia?
Or an endless dissatisfaction with the now?

I don't know.