Craving the Nineties…

There is something extremely sentimental, yet a little peculiar, going back into the past. It may have been a time of great essence, or a time of immense pain, however, we stand remaining, obtaining and waiting to pertain a glimpse of hope and to try to make sense of the greater image of who we are this very moment. Our reflections pierce back at us, with blemishes and cover up. We can cover up the blemishes, but the blemishes can’t cover up the cover up. My friend had given me this album when it first came out. I would listen to it over and over again. Running, walking, or studying. A nineteen year old dreamer and concerner. A concerner, if that even be a word, but I was. For the future, for the present and for the mistakes of the past. Thanks Lindsey for this album. It shaped me, as well as challenged me and tonight, it returns with a whole new sense of principle.

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