Waiting for……

I’m always waiting.
I lie awake at night waiting.
I don’t sleep out of fear that I’ll miss it.
I live in constant anxiety that I will miss what I’ve been waiting for.

I’m also afraid that I’m not quite sure what I have been waiting for.
I guess that’s why I’m afraid I’ll miss it.
I guess that’s why I’m waiting.
I’m always waiting.
Kennedy Taylor


“Don’t turn your face away.
Once you’ve seen, you can no longer act like you don’t know.
Open your eyes to the truth. It’s all around you.
Don’t deny what the eyes to your soul have revealed to you.
Now that you know, you cannot feign ignorance.
Now that you’re aware of the problem, you cannot pretend you don’t care.
To be concerned is to be human.
To act is to care.”
― Vashti Quiroz-Vega

T-MINUS twelve days until I see this beautiful face. 
T-MINUS twelve days until I actually get to meet this face.
T-MINUS twelve days until I get to listen to this amazing music in person.

I love this band. And when I say love I mean love. I’ve been listening to The Maine since 2007. Like no joke. I was what? Thirteen when I found them? Yeah, that sounds about right. I’ve seen them so many times I’ve lost track. And the shitty part is, is I’ve met every single one except John. 

I even have a tattoo of a song lyric on my arm that’s how much I adore them. I grew up with them, found myself while they found themselves. Music is a wonderful thing because it invites you to stay a little while, invites you to feel things you’ve never felt. 

BUT BY GOD, I’m going to meet this fucker. You wait. It’s going to happen.