Bundle up.
It's cold! Well, if you can call anything in Texas cold.
For some reason, when it gets all nice and cold (I love the cold), I get all nostalgic. I want the wonderful things I remember from years ago, and I want wonderful things to happen, so that I can remember them years from now. And I feel so immobile! There's so many things I want to do, so many places I want to go, so many people I want to see, but I can't. I want to head down to San Antonio and hang out with Arielle, but I can't do that. I'm plugged in here, in Allen. Plugged into school, plugged into church, plugged into the overall society of things. I'd love to just unplug myself, take a few days away from real life, but I can't. I want to go to Canada, be with my Canadian friend Neige, but I can't. There's so much potential to have so much fun, be such a good friend, have such a wonderfully satisfactory life, but I'm just...plugged in here. And I can't just up and leave. No car, little money, nowhere to really go.
I'm rambling, and I apologize.
I just want to actually GO somewhere. Just head on out. I don't really need much. I've got my guitar, I've got pen and paper. That's all I really need. I want to go, I want to leave. I just want to finally say, "I'm tired of just talking about it. Goodbye, Mom and Dad. Goodbye, Allen. I'm off to go be myself." Oh, how beautiful it would be. Free as a bird. Just wander around, stop where I feel like, start when I feel like.
Alright, that's enough hippie musing.
I've been looking for new music. Give me a band to look up, maybe give me your favorite song, favorite album, something. I'll look them up.
Peace, Love, and Granola,
Phillip Preston Smith.
For some reason, when it gets all nice and cold (I love the cold), I get all nostalgic. I want the wonderful things I remember from years ago, and I want wonderful things to happen, so that I can remember them years from now. And I feel so immobile! There's so many things I want to do, so many places I want to go, so many people I want to see, but I can't. I want to head down to San Antonio and hang out with Arielle, but I can't do that. I'm plugged in here, in Allen. Plugged into school, plugged into church, plugged into the overall society of things. I'd love to just unplug myself, take a few days away from real life, but I can't. I want to go to Canada, be with my Canadian friend Neige, but I can't. There's so much potential to have so much fun, be such a good friend, have such a wonderfully satisfactory life, but I'm just...plugged in here. And I can't just up and leave. No car, little money, nowhere to really go.
I'm rambling, and I apologize.
I just want to actually GO somewhere. Just head on out. I don't really need much. I've got my guitar, I've got pen and paper. That's all I really need. I want to go, I want to leave. I just want to finally say, "I'm tired of just talking about it. Goodbye, Mom and Dad. Goodbye, Allen. I'm off to go be myself." Oh, how beautiful it would be. Free as a bird. Just wander around, stop where I feel like, start when I feel like.
Alright, that's enough hippie musing.
I've been looking for new music. Give me a band to look up, maybe give me your favorite song, favorite album, something. I'll look them up.
Peace, Love, and Granola,
Phillip Preston Smith.