Phoenixville, Pennsylvania

So many things I should write about the past week, but none of it would mean anything to anyone but me. For all the time I spend parsing my life into sentences and paragraphs, I find myself oddly silent on the things that matter most. It was a good week. The best. A holiday like no other I’ve ever known. No words could explain.

NaNoWriMo Wordcount: 42,105/50,000

Music: Last Train Home by Lostprophets (lyrics)