Fluxy

I have no idea what it was like to know the 14-year-old, kleptomaniac, sk8rboi I envision you to have been. So why does listening to The Early November give me this overwhelming feeling of nostalgia for nonexistent memories with you? We both knew that you could read me like a Judy Bloom book. Maybe, just maybe, I possessed the same vision into your soul. I just never knew how to put it into words, never could quite express it, never could quite mount that wall.