Morning After.

Peaches.

Sweet.

Juicy.

Gigantic.

Peaches.

There were always Peaches the morning after. And she loved that. She thought briefly that it may have been something self destructive, but she didn't care and she loved that. She figured if it was really self destructive, she'd feel bad about it. At least afterwards. But she never did. Not once.

Especially not when she was with him.

It wasn't like, he knew exactly what she needed and gave it to her. He just so happened to be everything she needed and he just so happened to do everything she needed him to do and play the music she needed to hear and feed her the Peaches she needed to eat. He just so happened to be. And every moment was perfect. Everything was Peachy.

And she was Peachy keen.

I'm the Type of Person People Live Vicariously Through.

Believe it or not, this is a picture of my best friend Morgan Miller, living vicariously, through me.

Nostalgia.

I feel like I know you so well.

I feel like you've been mine at one point and yet I cannot remember specifically when... But I know I know you.

I know you so well, I feel like you're a part of me...
I close my eyes before I fall asleep and I can feel you there. Inside of me somewhere, waiting. You're a part of me and everyone like you I have ever known, and all of my expectations of you, and all of my experiences...
I want you so badly, I can feel it. I can almost trick myself with my eyes closed.

You're there, you're within reach of my imagination, but it's like looking for something in the dark... Even if you know your home like the back of your hand, you still end up pawing at the darkness and stumbling to find what you're looking for. Even if you have looked at it every single day you've lived in that home, at least twice a day, when you wake up in the mornings and go to sleep at night, you still find it difficult to put your hand on in the dark.

I know what I'll feel once I finally have you. I know it, and I want it! I want that. It's like an itch.
You're familiar and unexplainable. God, I want you more than I think I have ever wanted anything else.

Maybe you were something I had in a past life...
I'm feeling nostalgic.