thirteen june
twelve : twenty-one a.m.

"i found something..a locket. porcelain and old..it has a picture of someones grandfather when he was young..in a military suit. a memory that's not yours. it can be whatever you like it to be. i bet it was a sad story, like the man inside never made it back from the war and his widowed wife clung to the locket, until she passed away.....or maybe that's not it at all, and it tells a beautiful love story worthy of supermarket shelves."