Somewhere in Ann Arbor there’s an empty parking lot, where he likes to go and look up at the moon. Ask himself where things went wrong and why he feels so caught. And hopes that things start changing someday soon. Oh, he’s got it all. He’s got the life that they all said that he would want. Oh, he’s got it good, so why the hell can’t he start feeling how he should.
Somewhere In Ann Arbor, Anson Seabra

















