this is a story of the road that goes to my house
what a wonderful morning/early afternoon. it is warm. i am listening to the decemberists and partaking in toast and cinnamon. i feel a feeling creeping up not far behind me, but i am doing all i can to keep ahead of it. of the past few days, i think i don't mind it here at all anymore. i found this town to be nothing but refreshing this time around. and am more than a little not looking forward to going back. i want to travel freely. (i want to tour with a band). i want to make a difference in society without being so much a part of it. i don't want the end product of college. oh well. there's nothing left but to get used to it i suppose. seeing nikki is probably the only thing keeping me from absolutely hating the notion of traveling those four hours to only end up in Athens.
it is still a wonderful day.
"let this be consolation"
it is still a wonderful day.
"let this be consolation"