My eyes are burning. i’ve been getting very tired lately, and because it’s summer, i’ve been blaming it on the heat. It’s probably not the sun’s fault that my vision mists over when i hear a well-played guitar and i can’t sleep at night.
My granma used to take my little sister, younger cousin, and me to the missions in San Antonio during the summer. We would visit them after spending most of the day in various thrift stores. My best memories are the simple facts.