I can't help but to say...
The wind in time rapes the flower trembling from the vine.
Somehow I believe it's a portrait wording of myself.
We leave for Georgia today. I'm nervous.
Going forward but still looking back.
Brant.. I miss you.
Erika.. I want to talk to you.
I think about you all the time.
Afraid to move forward, terrified I'll lose those behind.
Courtney