| i am finding that my place in this world is a constant change--as is everyone else's.
for sometime i've been just "going to school and working." now it's more like
"well, i'm graduating in may."
what do i plan to do? i don't know. i plan to keep on. to keep on constantly changing my destination.
to keep on changing my role. and i know that from the colds of winter to spring bring a confusion, a haze perhaps, or even anxieties, but there is still only few things as beautiful sulphur springs when it's green.
or feeding horses when it rains. having a cold beer with friends. fighting with someone you love.
even listening to billy joel so you won't fall asleep behind the wheel in the flattest, brownest part of the bread basket.
and one thing i can always rely on. one thing that enables me to not only relive all these things, but to express them.
to some it 's elenor, gomez, the huss, your mom's guitar, and countless other names and nicknames.
i think the reason why people name their guitars is because of the companionship a guitar offers through expression and emotion. your guitar is the one who can always relive that emotion, always feel with you, mutually,
that time or message or feeling.
this must be why six strings can be so intoxicating. why a honer guitar can feel as good as a vintage gibson. at least until you become one with the old man that is that guitar.
life is full of change. it is the only constant, and personally one of my favorite aspects (even though i have trouble letting go).
"i'll be damned. there 's two sides."
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| hope you got a nuclear shelter and lots of food and water.
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| denis leary. total doucher.
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| friday nigtht
we're all dancing again
we twirl & twirl
around the dance floor
wait
you there
stop drinking so
well
find another pair
legs
damn
beer
shit
dancing again
friday night
no dancing around
no talking either
car ride
slow
don't think
just text
it 's easier after all
no dancing
talking
fun
blows
this trip ends
at the bar
super drunk
up the stairs
down
up
and down again
pausing half way
as if to say
i tried to compromise
but
nature wouldn't let me
and neither did you
beer
didn't help
she did
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