My backyard makes me cry. It's odd. I step outside onto my deck, and just lean against the cedar railing. I go out there at night, the best and most peaceful time. The most strangest thoughts and memories come flooding back to me, and it makes me realize how lucky and unfortunate I am. It's the most amazing thing. I wish everyone could have feelings like that. All of the sad, happy, dull, and confusing moments of my life, and I'm glad I've lived every single one of them. Even the simplest moment has sentimental value to me. I mean, it's not like I cry over every little thing. I hardly cried when my aunt died. I'm not insensitive, I just like to remain solid. But there are a select few who can make me crumble. And sometimes crumbling isn't a bad thing.

What about you?

~Erica