drink deeply pilgrim
the things i have with me now and the things i miss from before. ah, is there ever a balance? i suppose the grass will be forever greener. like dickens, i am the nonstop nostalgia junkie, the flava sava. i find myself thrust into experiences i am sure to find beautiful, changing, and fulfilling- and yet- i long for the chords of so many consonant yesterdays. do you? tell me i'm not drunk and alone (or at least recovering and in good company). grant me a chord to lean on. tell me the straws i paw at aren't phantoms of a three finger glass, but figments, nigh figures, of a well fed mind and a fondly gilded heart, attuned to the bigger band. god knows i miss the last one. long rides and good nights, tall drinks and pretty women, solid tunes and sensitive souls- civilian nights amore. i miss you myrtle beach. a blues for you.
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