BANNED FROM THE BACK PORCH

I don’t want to be stagnant.

"lo-fi", aka don't know how to record shit.

I’ve been collecting burdens  In the small space between my heart and my stomach It’s dense and weighty like a stone I can skip across a lake But choose to keep it in a mangled box instead

I worry too much About the intangible, the incomprehensible But the weight is real like a foot upon my chest I guess That means if there’s a push, there’s a pull

4 years later, and I'm driving up the 405 North towards Oxnard, listening to that same playlist on a now 8 year old hand-me-down iPod video. My taste in music has changed drastically these past four years and I don’t like the same things. It comes with growing up and growing older, this I know. But this is favorite bands we’re talking about, and that shit transcends growing up and gaining whatever bullshit wisdom and knowledge and refined taste you think you gained. It was this playlist that reassured 18 year old me that things were going to be okay, and it is this playlist that continues to remind 22 year old me that things will be okay.