
I like when a song is so good, I have to replay it over and over because I just want to feel the feeling I feel when I listen to it. Doesn't a song just ever make you feel so full of possibility and confidence and happiness and love and wonder that you might just burst? If that has never happened to you... find the song that makes you feel that. It is wonderful. I think that feeling is what I try to capture with my words and my photos. That feeling.
Have you ever looked at your reflection in the mirror and didn't know if you were actually looking at yourself? Who is that person? How did I get here?
Remember when peace and love and music was enough to be completely happy? Let's get back to that place. I want to run through nature on a sunny day with no shoes on my feet, flowers in my hair, your hand in mine, humming Whole Lotta Love and Thank you, strumming out Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap on our crappy guitar, banging out Walk This Way against a tree stump, and letting go to just be free. I want to get back to the simplicity of those hippie times. Humanity is so goddamn uptight now, it just makes me too worried about pointless things. Let's just lay in the back of your beat up car with your favorite AC/DC album blasting and sing it all, even the parts we don't know, because who cares. Our sweat will mingle and so will our skin and people will talk but we'll keep on keeping on because it is natural and beautiful and what we want and we're just young kids, young punks, who don't know any better but we need to make mistakes and they of all people should know that. We need to learn and sometimes all you can do is fall down to see things from the right angle. And then we'll walk on the sidewalk side by side with our tight jeans on and our matching leather jackets that weren't intentional but don't matter anyway. We'll have our hands in each others pockets and hearts and until things get ruined, because they will, we'll keep making the warm memories of our first love.

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Maybe that peace and happiness and bliss really CAN be regained. I always worry about never getting those feelings back, but I spend so much time worrying that I forget to hope, and to dream. This is quite amazing, Courtney. It moved me.
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