Have Done / Will Travel
The opening notes… the increasing volume… the bass line building… and suddenly I’m there, my headspace back, what, ten years prior? It’s as if I was here yesterday. My head and heart start moving in the old, familiar places. The dusty corners have cobwebs, but otherwise they’re the same. The feelings swell back up; the fun, the bitterness, the gaping pit of sorrow bridged by a swinging span shored by an unknown sense of contentment. It’s more than simple nostalgia. The dampness welling in my eyes isn’t from regret or desire for what was. It’s for looking back and watching time stretch out, watching each moment build us all from where we were to where we are today. It’s for everything. It’s for life.
I only wish there were people I knew better on here, that’d we stayed in contact. And maybe that I still had a mohawk.
I only wish there were people I knew better on here, that’d we stayed in contact. And maybe that I still had a mohawk.
