I know the world's a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home...
Baby-blue skies and deep brown eyes. It's getting dark earlier and I miss the studio apartment and my lost love. I miss the double bed I bought for $30 on the side of Castle Street in North Dunedin, and the bed spread that she loved so much. I never cared about it then but it seems so important now. Who else is under that spread with her tonight? It should be me... But then again, I had my chances. Hundreds of nights now seem like short minutes. Like I dreamed it all and the memories are just mirages in my head, showing me glimpses of what I most want in the world, but will never attain.
Oh, maudlin memories. I banish you henceforth. Don't come calling 'round here no more.
The future is clearing for my Freckle and also somewhat for me. We fear what we can't see, what we know is waiting for us, and that which we cannot control. Life is a series of fears, banked up on top of one another into a tsunami of terror. Grabbing a board, paddling out and attacking it head on is about the only way to get through. You can't run to higher ground, as we've both found out the hard way. You gotta ride that wave right onto the land. So surf's up, mofo's. Get to steppin'.
Loving the cooler weather. I am in my element in the winter. If only these destroyed knees had another ten years of footy left in 'em. 22 is far too young to be a retired athlete...
How old were you when you first wagged school?
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