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I had dream a few nights ago while I was still on the road - a funny one. You and I were in Mr. Spots drinking chai, listening to bad slam poetry, laughing our asses off. You were being witty and charming as usual, and I must have been laughing in real life during my dream because I woke myself up. So there I was, laughing and lonely in a tackily decorated hotel room, wishing you were there.
I love what I do, every second of it. But sometimes I feel like I’m 35. I can’t help but wonder when I get to be young again - or maybe just if I ever get the chance to be young at all.
fair enough?
I love what I do, every second of it. But sometimes I feel like I’m 35. I can’t help but wonder when I get to be young again - or maybe just if I ever get the chance to be young at all.
fair enough?