Acoustic

Interesting how we let a voice become a part of our lives.  The way it evokes vague, reminiscent emotions from years past and sharpens even our clearest memories. It's strange sometimes to remember the artist behind it all, to think of the way his melodies have sunk into not only our lives, but others' as well.




Matt has been the voice in my ear since the summer before ninth grade. After a bit of a departure from Relient K, I was happy to find his voice still strikes a familiar chord with me and makes my nose tingle a bit :).

Longing for. . .

High school to end.  Summer's light and warmth.  My best friends.  A good night's sleep. A change of scene.  My thoughts to become more fluid. A ripe, juicy peach.  :)

Not so much a list of complaints but rather of bright spots on the horizon.  For now, I play the waiting game.