Listening to the song 20 Years by Civil Wars got me thinking
about what my writing would be like twenty years from now.
There’s a note underneath your front door
That I wrote twenty years ago
Yellow paper and a faded picture
And a secret in an envelope
There’s no reasons, no excuses
There’s no secondhand alibisJust some black ink and some blue lines
And a shadow you won’t recognize
In the meantime, I’ll be waiting
For twenty years and twenty moreI’ll be praying for redemption
And your note underneath my door
And your note underneath my door
Seriously The Civil Wars are amazing. Here’s the videolink. It’s a must listen.
Consider it my own writing capsule. I’m looking forward
to seeing the yellow paper, black ink, and faded blue lines. I’ve also placed a
picture inside as well… might as well see how much my hair has changed at that
time.
Ever thought about it? You should do it! And if you have,
how rewarding does it feel when you realize how far you’ve come?

