nohopenofear420

I get weird emotions resurfacing every 4th of July. Its one of the few good memories I have of my childhood. Christmas had drama, Halloween was restricted because of my dad's strict religion, thanksgiving even with all I love it was a lot of work and business, and in general my home life was chaotic besides any holiday reason. but 4th of July I always remember being very nice. It was one of the only reliable times I'd genuinely enjoy being with my family at my dad's. We would go out and pick a spot near our house and sit in the back of the truck and just watch the fireworks. We would eat some snacks, talk a bit, enjoy the splendor of the night and the fireworks. It was just... good. simple, and it was nice seeing my family in good spirits. It was beautiful without compare. It's just so odd now being reminded of all these things. things from before my brain shattered and i had to glue back all the pieces. Because I miss it. I genuinely miss 4th of July with my family as it was. plenty

i always used to like the fog. we never got it much it town, norcal valley being three steps from a desert sometimes and all. it wasn't just the feel of the water in the air, it was also the mystery i guess. i couldn't see more then a few hundred feet without things starting to blur. and behind that was just the gray mist. what i liked most about this feeling was feeling i was living on a piece of paper. like how in a story book you focus on what is around the character, the house, maybe the trees in the distance, but nothing beyond that. you don't focus on the mountains on the distance, the blue of the sky, no you focus on the immediate surroundings, focus on the individual and his reactions to his environment and his thoughts and so on. fog gave me that feeling. not much to look at outside, just the white and the street, and it made me feel like i was living on a piece of paper on someone's desk, just some story they started typing out for fun. i can't say why i liked this feeling