Sing a song about the heartland - Sing a song about my life
These last few weeks have been spent trying to make a small town feel more like a bigger city. This means flinging around town with wild abandon, like I-don't-care-who-sees-me-I'm-going-to-have-fun. And it was fun. It's a little tricky to go back to balance again, when you know that you've got it in you to be able to out and carry on. The fun will continue through the spring rains, but now it's got overtones of responsibility again.
It's turned more into drama than fun recently, because there was a coast trip that I wasn't able to go on, and it made me more than a little crazy. (Simultaneously, it's also possible to have enough detachment to look up and go, why does this matter so much to you?) When you get confirmation that you did in fact have more fun at home, it's a good feeling.
Sing the rain on the roof on a summer night, where they still know wrong from right.
It's turned more into drama than fun recently, because there was a coast trip that I wasn't able to go on, and it made me more than a little crazy. (Simultaneously, it's also possible to have enough detachment to look up and go, why does this matter so much to you?) When you get confirmation that you did in fact have more fun at home, it's a good feeling.
Sing the rain on the roof on a summer night, where they still know wrong from right.