I flip through the photos in the weathered albums, remembering the days captured within the stillframes, almost a decade removed from today. I gaze at my smile, reminded of how rare it was for me to feel joy in those years. Music was one of the few reasons I found to be happy, and these concert photos are the testament to what saved me from sinking completely beneath the surface of whirling waters.
I held so many secrets deep within my heart in those days. I could not, dared not speak the truths to anyone, aside from a few confidants. I still hold so many things tight in my mind, too feral and raw to articulate. I’ve fooled them all, and I still do.
One more day to drop the ball… One more day to fade away…
Day 204: Tip – Finger Eleven