Tuscaloosa, Alabama

Yeah, I know. I’m not writing. I’m sorry guys. I probably should. But most of what I’d like to say can’t be said, and much of what should be said won’t be anyway. So.

There are words that go with this image, but I can’t find them. So many places I’ve been, things that I’ve seen, stuff that I’ve lived through. Joys, fears, loves, regrets. They all lead me down the same paths. Waking or sleeping, I end up standing in the same places, blinded by the light that’s supposed to save me but doesn’t.

Truth is, the all-together girl never knew the answers. I just thought she did.

The friends that I’ve met here, the people who have become so much a part of my days, will be with me forever, wrapped around my soul and embedded in my heart like barbed wire on a weathered fence post. I know this, and it brings me a great deal of comfort. In my black and white world, I value purity, honesty, and honor above almost everything else. I have been fortunate enough to find those things a thousand times over. Thank you.

Music: Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls.