gonna ramble on, sing my song...
zepp was singing to me in the car late last night.
the wind finally blowing warm, even in the darkness now, independent of the sun.
that was the first i'd noticed that little love of mine this year.
mmm, little things.
like the truest of chills down the spine from nothing more than closeness in the absence of spoken word as it meets the feeling of skin on skin.
like noticing the warmth in the wind and opening every window,
and accelerating slightly to really feel it now.
and to toy with the tiny dangers and laugh at the joy of freedom
turning the volume louder while rob's a'searchin for his baby...
i like being awake while the world sleeps and sometimes sit on benches at lonely rest stops in the middle of the night because i like the way they feel. i might scrounge up a few quarters for a vending machine coffee. and i think. exist. feel the air. wonder at the lives of those who soar by, stop in, and sleep in trucks and backs of cars.
i wonder what they wonder about me...
i wonder at life being the most divine of all things. and i wonder why i'm here and i wonder when i'll leave again and where i'll go and what i'll do and who i'll know.
i wonder about this little home i have now and how i always feel more home in my beat up eighties toyota with my skulls and my books and these strangers in this roadside refuge by myself and the promise that there are no guarantees but there is a path to follow and everything is beautiful along its way and you can drive and drive and drive and drive and a bench waits to welcome you at this same place hundreds and thousands of miles away in each and every direction where the 'rules' and the 'law' and such other silly things are no matter. like they ever really were to me anyhow. oh, sweet anarchy.
and recently i wonder about what you're wondering about and what you really think of all these crazy thoughts in my head...
zepp was singing to me in the car late last night.
the wind finally blowing warm, even in the darkness now, independent of the sun.
that was the first i'd noticed that little love of mine this year.
mmm, little things.
like the truest of chills down the spine from nothing more than closeness in the absence of spoken word as it meets the feeling of skin on skin.
like noticing the warmth in the wind and opening every window,
and accelerating slightly to really feel it now.
and to toy with the tiny dangers and laugh at the joy of freedom
turning the volume louder while rob's a'searchin for his baby...
i like being awake while the world sleeps and sometimes sit on benches at lonely rest stops in the middle of the night because i like the way they feel. i might scrounge up a few quarters for a vending machine coffee. and i think. exist. feel the air. wonder at the lives of those who soar by, stop in, and sleep in trucks and backs of cars.
i wonder what they wonder about me...
i wonder at life being the most divine of all things. and i wonder why i'm here and i wonder when i'll leave again and where i'll go and what i'll do and who i'll know.
i wonder about this little home i have now and how i always feel more home in my beat up eighties toyota with my skulls and my books and these strangers in this roadside refuge by myself and the promise that there are no guarantees but there is a path to follow and everything is beautiful along its way and you can drive and drive and drive and drive and a bench waits to welcome you at this same place hundreds and thousands of miles away in each and every direction where the 'rules' and the 'law' and such other silly things are no matter. like they ever really were to me anyhow. oh, sweet anarchy.
and recently i wonder about what you're wondering about and what you really think of all these crazy thoughts in my head...
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Edit: I just read your blog. I love the way you think. I used to be that free. I would love to find that again someday, but life has grown increasingly complicated. I wish for the times when I had no worries and little responsibility. Cherish it.
To think when I first started reading this blog I was going to comment about how I can't listen to Ramble On the same way since the Lord of The Rings lyrics were pointed out to me.
Mines a tale that cant be told,
My freedom I hold dear;
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled the air,
Twas in the darkest depths of Mordor
I met a girl so fair,
But Gollum, and the evil one crept up
And slipped away with her.
Her, her....yea.
Aint nothing I can do, no.
Man those guys loved Tolkien lol