Top down...country roads...beautiful warm summer evening...and one of my most favorite songs on the radio...turned full up...singing at the volume of the speakers...till its all just one moment...one sound. One of those nights...reminding me...how much I love the middle of this continent...with stars in the bazillions...clouds touching all sorts of evening-into-night colors...fading into shadows. Huge landscapes...gentle...undulating...ethereal in the summer fogs that emerge from corn and marsh...hugging the ground. Nights like this...skies like this...just explode my chest...my skull...as I so feel the largeness of the moment of such constant experience for me. I was exhausted. Now...I feel totally plugged in...but with a bit of a sore throat. Ahhh...isnt Life Strange? youtube/watch?v=9WZZjXgJ4W8 Isnt Life Strange Isnt life strange A turn of the page Can read like before Can we ask for more? Each day passes by How hard man will try? The sea will not wait You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry - Wished I could be in your heart To be one with your love Wished I could be in your eyes Looking back there you were, and here we are. Isnt love strange A word we arrange With no thought or care Maker of despair Each breath that we breathe With love we must weave To make us as one You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry - Wished I could be in your heart To be one with your love Wished I could be in your eyes Looking back there you were, and here we are. Isnt life strange A turn of the page A book without light Unless with love we write; To throw it away To lose just a day The quicksand of time You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry - Wished I could be in your heart To be one with your love Wished I could be in your eyes Looking back there you were:
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 02:45:36 +0000
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