So a little while back I created a post, "Gets Me Right."
"And we are vagabonds
We travel without seatbelts on
We live this close to death"
"And the world may be long for you
But'll never belong to you"
"And the road a-winding goes
From golden gate to roaring cliff-side
And the light is softly low as our hearts
Become sweetly untied
Beneath the sun of California one...
We're lining up the light-loafere'd
And the bored bench warmers
Castaways and cutouts, fill it up
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Nothing will stand in our way"
Little did I know these lyrics would sum up my spring break, possibly one of the best weeks of my life. I'll post on it eventually, I simply haven't got the words to appropriately express it completely worked out yet.
p.s. Sad my mobile post didn't work. It was rather good.
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Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the shadow
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