The roar of cicadas, the rush of wind between corn stalks, distant cries of mourning doves, I find it hard to be nostalgic towards a time as horrible as middle school, but it's media like this that reminds me of better memories from that era.

I will return, someday, and watch the crop duster cut its way through the skies above the wheat fields, as I have a million times before during recess.

i am reminded of being a silly little high schooler and not really knowing how all the different kinds of feelings out there work... just that i feel them strongly. figuring all that stuff out is kinda hard when you're really dedicated to your raid static in guild wars 2... XD #yuri