Alysha Gabrielle
Thirty Three
Took this in the yard of the house where one of my (former?) best friends use to live. Right across from me. We use to play here so much, jumping over the fence even though we could just open it, running from her dog, swinging on the swing set in the backyard when we were much too old. I can't explain how it felt to walk over there without two others who had always accompanied me before. How it felt to the house I'd been in so many times look so abandoned and wary yet timeless enough that i could picture it how it use to look. I try not to dwell on it much because lets face it, it hurts, but I'll just come right out and say it because this is an outlet, a diary, and I miss one of the best friends I ever had. I miss her a lot. And how things used to be.
Nostalgia + me = rant. Sorry.
On a different note. Everyone left today, including my aunts who get to go back home to where I wish I was. I miss them already. And connecticut. And the city. Ah, well.
Thirty Three
Took this in the yard of the house where one of my (former?) best friends use to live. Right across from me. We use to play here so much, jumping over the fence even though we could just open it, running from her dog, swinging on the swing set in the backyard when we were much too old. I can't explain how it felt to walk over there without two others who had always accompanied me before. How it felt to the house I'd been in so many times look so abandoned and wary yet timeless enough that i could picture it how it use to look. I try not to dwell on it much because lets face it, it hurts, but I'll just come right out and say it because this is an outlet, a diary, and I miss one of the best friends I ever had. I miss her a lot. And how things used to be.
Nostalgia + me = rant. Sorry.
On a different note. Everyone left today, including my aunts who get to go back home to where I wish I was. I miss them already. And connecticut. And the city. Ah, well.