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im in boone right now in a room with a sleeping evan fetty. its bitingly cold outside, its feverishly warm inside. on the other side of this closed door the party for ben's 21st continues. being with old friends is a warm comforting feeling, it's coming home. and evan's friends who i've met tonight already feel like good friends. happy, content, i took this time out to separate myself and record a slice of my thoughts.
its been an interesting past two weeks or so. the twinge of fall has flooded the air. with it comes nostalgia, introspection, a spiritual level of happiness... Epiphanies hang in the air. Can you feel it? I'm overcome with layer over layer of understanding. the kind of understanding that makes you smile to yourself. understanding of me, of those i love, of love, of life, of our relationship with death, of pain and happiness, of time, of God, of human nature, of growing up, of seeing those you love grow. Sometimes I have these feelings of epiphanies that encompass all of life, and yet, there is nothing to verbalize, nothing to communicate except a secret smile, a tight hug, and an intense, loving look in my eyes.
its a full moon tonight, breathtakingly bright in the sharp air. reminds me of a poem i wrote some years back that i can't recollect well enough to write now, but its about being alone with a full moon thinking about the past.
today i had a blissfull experience in charleston, but i'll record that later: nick fogarty is persuading me to join him back outside and i think i shall.
its been an interesting past two weeks or so. the twinge of fall has flooded the air. with it comes nostalgia, introspection, a spiritual level of happiness... Epiphanies hang in the air. Can you feel it? I'm overcome with layer over layer of understanding. the kind of understanding that makes you smile to yourself. understanding of me, of those i love, of love, of life, of our relationship with death, of pain and happiness, of time, of God, of human nature, of growing up, of seeing those you love grow. Sometimes I have these feelings of epiphanies that encompass all of life, and yet, there is nothing to verbalize, nothing to communicate except a secret smile, a tight hug, and an intense, loving look in my eyes.
its a full moon tonight, breathtakingly bright in the sharp air. reminds me of a poem i wrote some years back that i can't recollect well enough to write now, but its about being alone with a full moon thinking about the past.
today i had a blissfull experience in charleston, but i'll record that later: nick fogarty is persuading me to join him back outside and i think i shall.