Six Blocks from Aging Truths by Meridian

Holding onto fears and inhibitions. Paralyzed by the thought that I’m getting old. Home doesn’t feel the same way that it used to. Foolish to think that some things never change. At my great-aunt’s house we would run in fields and never worry about the time spent sleeping in. Simple, familiar. Qualities of another time. Foolish to think that July would never end. I moved out in August against my mother’s wishes and on the piano my brother played the saddest song. I watched his fingers, thought back to when I was fourteen and all of my cares in the world were contained in a six-block radius. Truth be told, I don’t long for those times, but they represent warmth and security. Search for people to share that feeling with, but always remember how you found it in the first place.

• Alternative
• acoustic
• folk rock
• indie
• indie rock
• punk
• Cleveland