Sometimes i look at old photographs, and swear I don't recognize my own face.
and I know my weight fluctuates and my hair is always different and lately I've been make-up free, but that's not it really--
it's the eyes.
the eyes are different.
and maybe all I've got is change and maybe we're all scattering and--
oh, safe travels.
oh Leslie,
ReplyDeleteI've watched this about three times already and it's enough to make me want to cry (in a good wholesome nostalgic way). the photos paired with that song are too too much and I miss you too too much.
love,
Caitlin
Oh, Morky--
ReplyDeletewhy are happy things so haunting?
(and why am I so sad?)