Remember when I used to write about everything? When there were a million distractions to keep me warm, and all the lyrics captured a moment I never wanted to forget. The changing seasons, the goosebumps beneath my fingers, the taste of affection; it all lived on in my songs, and I wanted nothing more than to put it all on paper.
I’m trying to get there again. Not with dramatic, sweeping changes, but by rebuilding brick by brick. I can make it if I focus on putting one foot in front of the other, living day by day.
So I’ve been cherishing the little victories, cause they all count. And luckily, life is full of them.
hearts hearts hearts
I can see the snow melting away—bit by bit.
It’s all gone here by now, but I wanted to use this picture taken not too long ago, because of the way the snow sort of forms a dead end that will disappear with the changing of seasons.