driving through mcadenville with families and holiday decorations and christmas music playing and the chill was nice, but it wasn’t anything compared to what i felt as a kid. it seems like nothing can compare to those warwick christmases. i can’t figure out how to get the feeling back or what’s missing, but i know the feeling is out there in this world somewhere. i have to find it. i want to feel naive and innocent again.
i want to believe in something bigger than me.
-ratha, 7:47pm, 12.17.17