Aaminah Zaib (aaminaa) wrote in badwriters,
Aaminah Zaib


So many songs remind me of North Carolina - of the winter and the smell of the promise of winter. I was alone and lonely there, but I can't think of any other place that ever mad me think more. Warm smells - cinnamon and the sound of fading guitar - seeing fireflies for the fist time in years - that is all Carolina to me. I don't know how I will ever get that back. I miss the promise of frost and country and food. I miss that certain comfort. I miss being able to be alone without panicking. I was alone there - never lonely. The person that I loved then, he doesn't exist anymore and I love the person that I was in love with then. It has taken me so many years to become familiar with my own emotion and to understand it. I just wonder what happens now....?

What happens now?
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