Regardless.

Last night I was sifting through pictures of days long passed, and I got hit so bad by reality that I think all the cynicism jumped out of my body. Maybe it'll be gone for a while. Or maybe it'll come back tomorrow. But I have to get these words down.

I had to look back at all the places I've been, and everyone I've ever laid eyes on. Feelings felt, whatever tangible. It got scary, because I suddenly realized that after everything... I have to admit that I've loved it all. Do you ever think that things happen for a reason? Generally, I do. And I have to say that I am so nostalgic right now, you can ask me if I'm hungry and I'd start cyring and then recite to you a fond memory of eating spinach or something.

More later, because my mom's calling me for dinner