Today I started my day with Incubus and explored the once so natural parts of my days quite far. Oh how I’ve missed this. It’s a warm and fuzzy feeling that comes with resurfacing elements from the past. The feelings, the thoughts, the times, the people, the music perhaps the most. Somehow comforting – maybe exactly because it’s in the past and inaccessible. Familiar, but gone. Probably for the best. The times were awesome, but I doubt I’d go back.. come on – being a teenager again? I think I’ll pass. But I’ll savour the rest of the craziness.