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I've been thinking about Austin.
Austin and New York and San Jose and Chicago and Boston and how confusing it all is.
I've been thinking about how some days I want to just run and never look back.
I want to see Prague. I want to go back to Rome and kiss in the Trevi Fountain. I want to walk barefoot through the Parthenon, taste the air on Pompeii. I miss the way things feel in Europe, like there's always a big secret you're on the verge of hearing. I want to read poetry in a sunflower field, watch street performers in Amsterdam, build sandcastles in Venice.
But I don't want to do it alone.
See, any city can feel like home if you're sharing it with the right people. Sleeping on a crowded floor can be better than an empty bed. Living off convinience store food can be better than a homecooked meal alone.
And deep down, that's all this community is. At the heart of things, I may write for myself, but I slam for the people I care about. There is no significant part of me that feels a need to be on stage, but I do feel the need to love and be loved. I do feel the need to share what I say in the hopes it can touch someone else the same way I've been effected by others.
At the heart of all things in honesty. And at the heart of truth, there is only love.
Austin and New York and San Jose and Chicago and Boston and how confusing it all is.
I've been thinking about how some days I want to just run and never look back.
I want to see Prague. I want to go back to Rome and kiss in the Trevi Fountain. I want to walk barefoot through the Parthenon, taste the air on Pompeii. I miss the way things feel in Europe, like there's always a big secret you're on the verge of hearing. I want to read poetry in a sunflower field, watch street performers in Amsterdam, build sandcastles in Venice.
But I don't want to do it alone.
See, any city can feel like home if you're sharing it with the right people. Sleeping on a crowded floor can be better than an empty bed. Living off convinience store food can be better than a homecooked meal alone.
And deep down, that's all this community is. At the heart of things, I may write for myself, but I slam for the people I care about. There is no significant part of me that feels a need to be on stage, but I do feel the need to love and be loved. I do feel the need to share what I say in the hopes it can touch someone else the same way I've been effected by others.
At the heart of all things in honesty. And at the heart of truth, there is only love.