"You make me want to drive on the highway at night across the country and laugh until it hurts and climb a hill and watch the sun rise and roll down the hill and scrape my knees and hug you until I can't anymore and think about how pleasant it feels to be young and broke and messed up and utterly alone and completely apart of something really big and important and never being able to explain that."
If you know anything about me, and if you're reading this you are probably one of my beautiful roommates meaning you do, you know that I never slow down. I stack things one on top of another never slowing down. I sacrifice things like sleep, relationships and calm so that I can do everything else. I've been thinking lately, however, about how much I used to love the details. My favorite pass time was swinging in a secret park watching the way the rain fell into the creek or reading the notes carved into the benches and wondering the stories of the people who left them. I used to love spending hours on end with a single album as though it were an old friend that I could learn something new about with every time I listened. And more than anything I loved knowing every single thing there was to know about a few close friends but I feel like I've traded that in for a vague knowledge of a lot of people. I want to run off to somewhere warm on the west coast where I can revel in anonymity and learn to capture emotions in pictures and get a low paying job in a record shop that I love and meet people who don't have the same viewpoint as I do but are willing to listen and grow and run along the beach and lay in the grass watching the sunrise and set and sew my own clothes and donate all the money I don't need and learn a whole bunch of quirky talents that I'll never really use and go to small concerts of bands consisting of nobody's who are somebody's somebody whenever I want and fall in love. With God, who he made me, and someone who inspires me constantly. I want a lot. Not too much though. No, I don't think it's to much. Until it happens though I suppose I'll need to take the time to live because that isn't too much either.
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