Again

I went to a flag dedication ceremony with my mother on Tuesday. There was something very beautiful and poetic about standing in the snow listening to the Honor Guard play "Taps" as they lowered a tattered flag to the ground and handed it to Jessica. My life has changed so much since the 6th of April; it's crazy to think that I could ever be that person that I was before. I can't return to the waters of youth, and it's foolish to even try.

There is such loss here, such complete insanity. We collapsed when we finally came back from Charles and Irene's house and slept until three this morning. I haven't lived that way since that bygone summer of insanity. We are so young and... lost, I suppose. I don't have the faintest idea what we are doing.

Foutch is hiding again. I've got to go and try to find him. Maybe this incident will be inspiration.