and watch while the freight trains pound into the wild wild night

listening to bright eyes. after some time. listening to it reminds me of a time. the summer when we found out will was sick. riding my bike on great highway. raw abrasive angry kind of sadness, not understanding. angry at God. i love the feeling remembering when i listen to it. now there's more of a tender sadness. of empty loss and yet God-healed/abated sorrow.
there are many MANY things i let myself feel guilty about, but my taste in music is not one of them.