Aimless in wander
Watch me grow up today, and then grow back down tomorrow.
These rainwashed streets were dry and full of life earlier.
My heart, like this day, like this pen trying to write steadily on the page as the bus pushes forward, is all over the place.
I wish I could stay on this bus all night- but here comes my stop, a friendly smile, and a warm drink.
I'm onto something that I can't quite put my finger on. In my head I'm jetting from one destnation to the next, but there's this warm spot in my chest keeping me centered. We owned this city last night. Walking under the glow of the street lights and neon signs, and past other Sunday night stragglers I found something interesting. I can't even begin to explain what, but I can tell you it was a good thing.
The world was our audience, holding it's breath and waiting for the answers, as we sat with our legs dangling off the stage in the park. We talked about leaving, we talked about staying, and we talked about the fact that regardless we'll be ok. I knew that of course, but you get so caught up in the scene sometimes that you need a reminder. How is it that a person can feel so lost, and yet so at home at the same time? I'm all over the page, all over the continent... totally aimless... but permanent marker lasts an awfully long time, so I can safely say that on some level I'll be here for awhile... and I'm ok with that. Weird. It's not easy for me to fall in love with a strip of land, but I did.
And with that we took a bow and headed home hand in hand, casting uncertainty aside.
I think I slept more soundly than anyone has ever slept before.
These rainwashed streets were dry and full of life earlier.
My heart, like this day, like this pen trying to write steadily on the page as the bus pushes forward, is all over the place.
I wish I could stay on this bus all night- but here comes my stop, a friendly smile, and a warm drink.
I'm onto something that I can't quite put my finger on. In my head I'm jetting from one destnation to the next, but there's this warm spot in my chest keeping me centered. We owned this city last night. Walking under the glow of the street lights and neon signs, and past other Sunday night stragglers I found something interesting. I can't even begin to explain what, but I can tell you it was a good thing.
The world was our audience, holding it's breath and waiting for the answers, as we sat with our legs dangling off the stage in the park. We talked about leaving, we talked about staying, and we talked about the fact that regardless we'll be ok. I knew that of course, but you get so caught up in the scene sometimes that you need a reminder. How is it that a person can feel so lost, and yet so at home at the same time? I'm all over the page, all over the continent... totally aimless... but permanent marker lasts an awfully long time, so I can safely say that on some level I'll be here for awhile... and I'm ok with that. Weird. It's not easy for me to fall in love with a strip of land, but I did.
And with that we took a bow and headed home hand in hand, casting uncertainty aside.
I think I slept more soundly than anyone has ever slept before.