some things flare out with love, love, love.

when i remember high school
when i remember franklin
when i remember friends and family
when i remember loves, past and present
whenever i remember
i want to remember
that everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.

also, if you haven't already done so, read slaughterhouse five by kurt vonnegut. immediately.

and while you're at it, listen to the mountain goats. i've been listening to "the mess inside" for about four days straight.

i wish i were kidding.