when summer comes to an end, it can feel to me like the world is ending, too.
I know the other seasons have their beauty and their possibilities. but the earlier sunsets, the days getting shorter and darker: that’s always been a trouble trigger for me. it’s when the fear of relapsing, getting sick and my depression gaining ground starts to press in.
the song I wrote, garden StaTE, is me freeze-framing a moment from summer so I can hold on to it. because sometimes the unsafe place isn’t out there in the world — it’s inside of me.
(76 in the lyrics is the gas station on Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn.)
garden StaTE you ride me on your handlebars / to pick up takeout after midnight / across the street from 76 / you remind me of these six different Nirvana songs I like / I play one in my head I can’t turn off because I’m scared / & not because it’s late but because of the sad-but-beautiful feeling in my chest / the whole time my heart is moving like the soundtrack from Garden State / & we pretend it’s safe so we can go anywhere we like

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