Leave me that, at least. This counts so much more for me, in my life, in my head. Which is now in control again and doing a great job of controlling my words and a piss poor job of making me feel better. The whole facade is going to fall down and all that will be left is me. It's only a matter of time.
Rosin made my week. Probably made my whole summer, because when I play, I find closure and catharsis. And it's exactly what I need.
Fireworks are saving my life. The Taco Bell runs, the blasted music, the inside jokes and secrets and landslides are my favorite part of this summer. We are us, and you are going to be the first person I drive and the first person I add on skype. We need a road trip next year.
"Do not grow old, no matter how long you live. Never cease to stand like curious children before the Great Mystery into which we were born."
-- Albert Einstein
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