[i've come home.]

Yesterday I spent the afternoon alone in a coffee shop working on wedding pictures, people watching and having two cups of green tea at the same time-one hot one icy. My Pandora station was Bon Iver, and suddenly a song filled my ears and my eyes at the same time. This is what I saw when I heard this song, so we made it today. It stars Boo, but I think it's about my love story. (Plus the lead singer has a beard, which just about makes him perfect in my music book.)

[i've come home.]

Here are the lyrics to Welcome Home by Radical Face

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun

And the days blur into one

And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done



Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline

Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass

Was never much but we made the most

Welcome home



Ships are launching from my chest

Some have names but most do not

If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost



Heal the scars from off my back

I don't need them anymore

You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars

I've come home



All my nightmares escaped my head

Bar the door, please don't let them in

You were never supposed to leave

Now my head's splitting at the seams

And I don't know if I can



Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again