Friday, June 25, 2021

You might say it's just a case of giving up, no

Spontaneous welling-up upon really hearing--really listening to the lyrics of--this? I guess it means I really want to bring the wheels of time to stop. I still want to jump off, run past the wheels, and go back because back there, everything was so much easier, less living-in-the-head and more living. 

And that I think the time that stretched before, um, the last year was better. And the time before that, too. Or, maybe now is still a bit too raw, like the air after a storm, and new.


Thursday, June 24, 2021

You're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need

Billy was giving me words for a far-away future, only I didn't know it when I was swaying to this over my chemistry textbook with the big curly-corded mid-70s headphones on, feeling every note, but not understanding every word. Like I do now.