i fall asleep at 7 in the morning wondering what i’ve done the night before.

i haven’t written in a while.

the summer’s flashed by, and i haven’t jotted anything down.

i’ve been to a few music festivals, and a few friends have visited, and my family’s gone on vacation, and now i’m trying to make music and fill in the time.

but still, i haven’t really jotted anything down.

i want to look back (the way i always look back) and remember things and smile and think about the music i listened to and remember the things that i’ve felt and remember a time i wasn’t as full grown as i will be.

because i know in a year things might be so different, and i’ll wonder where the time has gone.

and i want to be able to look back and remember.