Where did time go? It seems like just yesterday when I was here last, throwing lights around. I feel like certain places don't appear to me in their present form but rather as an infinitely-repeating film of a previous event. Boston is a cold place, in more ways than one. Growing up and moving on from my childhood is something I have not come to terms with and something I feel I won't be able to surpass, at least not without a bit of assistance."And one day I'll appreciate the rush of blood and the washed out beat of the shore, and remember what it felt like to be alone, sitting in the moonlight"
