Eleven

Eleven was my first time.

No its not what you think.

Eleven is the year I began the endless waiting. Or. It feels endless, to a point. True. They are another band in my ever going lists of bands but they mean something more than that.

Love.

Hate.

Sadness.

All of these things, the core of everyone I found within their words.

And such pretty words they are at that.

And no. I haven't seen them. But I've felt them inside of me. In my head. Making noises. Pretty noises.

Pretty pretty thoughtful noise and something of a first crush, too!

Thank you Robert and Simon and Porl and Jason. My hearts yours.