mnsblondie
I can't go past certain buildings without thinking of memories. memories that happened in around or near that building. For example: my ex-boyfriend, DJ Tice, lives in this old house just outside of downtown *city name here*, whenever I go past it i remember all the times i walked there with him at lunch and all the stupidly fun times we've had at his house. It's sort of sad, you know? Seeing what once was, and knowing it can never be that again. Or at least not the same as it was.
Stories of lives, predicting the future sometimes, but mostly re-itterating the past.
the smell of leather fills the air. It has its own distinct smell...like tires or strawberries. Leather reminds me of my days at camp; riding horses and smelling the fresh pine air mixed with leather saddles. I love the country and everything about it.
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