My name is Nathan and I'm an Ex-Pat
So here and there I've been thinking a lot. I've had a lot of time lately. Spacing myself far and away from those specks of sand revolving around my life hither and thither. I am but a clam basking in the indifference of people about. I walk, and walk in strides. Past and past. A rolling stone gathers no moss but who wants to be covered in a slimy parasitic plant? Not this entity, I'll tell you what. So I've been writing music lately. I bought a bass guitar and have been jammin' it up in my lonesome apartment - writing songs about figurines and box car massacres - supped up supporters of the neo-revolution...you jive? Anywho, I'm alive.
It snowed yesterday. It's the first time that I've seen snow in a while. It came down and darked the day until it was a beautiful flow seen only in the streetlights. There seems to be, lately, a dark glow that I know nothing about surrounding me; an ambiguous karmatic shadow. I've felt this before. Deja-Vu? Hardly likely... I haven't seen the likes of that great paroxysm since 6th grade (or was it 9th grade?). Hard to put my finger on nonetheless. Maybe it has something to do with the weather. Better stay away from people for a while. Everyone is crazy.
It snowed yesterday. It's the first time that I've seen snow in a while. It came down and darked the day until it was a beautiful flow seen only in the streetlights. There seems to be, lately, a dark glow that I know nothing about surrounding me; an ambiguous karmatic shadow. I've felt this before. Deja-Vu? Hardly likely... I haven't seen the likes of that great paroxysm since 6th grade (or was it 9th grade?). Hard to put my finger on nonetheless. Maybe it has something to do with the weather. Better stay away from people for a while. Everyone is crazy.