secret #1

i wish i could just tell you how i feel, just so i could let go of you.

finally i feel old

i moved out almost 2 weeks ago and already i've found myself growing so much.

words can't express what i've gone through...

so i'll keep practicing my mandolin in hopes that one day i'll sit in a dark obscure music hall playing my music expressing my heart through songs of hope and love and failure. songs of adventures and birds and thunderstorms.

but until then i'll write nonsense in my journal praying it makes sense once music is put to it.