Somewhere along the twisty and curvy line of my life, I lost touch.
I think we all do at one point.
One night we're singing along to Green Day at an amazing show in Kansas City, we feel alive in that moment.
The next we're laying in bed waiting for tomorrow to come just so we can continue laying in bed.
I get told often, like really often that I think too much. This is true.
I've spent years in my head and I stopped being, well...here.
For the first time in a long time I've felt alive, for a very few brief moments, but I was here again.
