“I feel like I’m loving you in 1963,”

A follow up to this post has been long overdue, and I guess I really should’ve wrote about it sooner because now… Details of that night are coming back all fuzzy to me.

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“It’s Saturday morning, and we’ve got no other place to be”


A little sneak peek of how amazing last night was. I reckon this is the only video during which I could keep my hand a little more still while holding up the camera.

A fuller post will be up, soon…ish.

“Even If I Don’t”


I miss you most in the morning
Most every morning
I wake up thinking
I could call;
I could come visit;
I could come running;
We could relive it

But when I think of all that we’ve been through,
Going back to you
Seems such a foolish thing to do
I hope you know –
That even if I don’t,
I wanted to

All those words you said at the ending
Were pretty revealing
And I can’t forget them
All those ways we missed at connecting,
Despite all our trying,
It always came back to –
What I couldn’t give you

So when I think of starting up again,
Or trying to be friends,
It seems impossible to do
That even if we can’t,
I wanted to

Who knows why
Two people perfectly aligned
Should ever have to find themselves apart
I’ll never understand my heart

I miss you –
Most in the morning,
Most every morning,
I wake up crying.


And that, is that.