music.

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun
And the days blur into one
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done

Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of captured ghosts over cold dead grass
Was never much but we made the most
Welcome Home

Ships are launching from my chest
Some have names but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost

Peel the scars from off my back
I don't need them anymore
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
I've come home

All my nightmares escaped my head
Bar the door, please don't let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my head's splitting at the seams
And I don't know if I can

Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again

These beautiful words are the lyrics to a song entitled "Welcome Home, Son" by Radical Face.
I am in love with it. It holds so much meaning for me personally.

Music is the way I connect with the rest of the universe. It always has been for as long as I can remember. You can feel completely alone and be absolutely sure that your world is ending, and then you listen to a song that even remotely relates to your feelings or what you are experiencing, and suddenly there is hope that life will go on. That you are not going to die. That you are not alone. That someone else has experienced this same thing and actually survived. It's a beautiful thing. And sometimes you get really really lucky and you find a whole album, or an artist, who relates to you in almost every single song. It's like they are singing just for you. There are very few things better than that.

There is nothing better than a fresh pile of leaves. And your handsome husband. At the same time.

Yes, I finally caved and got Instagram. You'll get over it. I certainly have!