this is supposed to be one of the most torrential winters to date and really…you want to ride it out like this?

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You…
Still a whisper on my lips
A feeling in my fingertips…it’s pulling at my skin.


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how can we have more, without killing what we have?

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we all live under roof and sky
we all will live we all will die
there is no wrong
there is no right
the circle only has one side.

-travis, side

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Send me the truth sweet bird of youth
I’ve got some trouble trying to understand
Beneath the veils of mystery
Are these the movements of an unseen hand
Our arms are filled with sunken treasure
Now our heads are filled with perfect sound
But do we truly see it til we’re placing it in the ground
Take just what you need from me
Cause the night is bearing down
Baby let’s go all the way this time

-david gray, last boat to america

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i’ve never missed you more than i did tonight. in the shimmering pools of their eyes, i reached for a glimpse of your reflection.

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one thing i did notice tonight. lots of people wanted to shake my hand. everyone who shook my hand, there was a great deal of heat and soft electrical pulses between our touch. and no one wanted to let go. one guy shook my hand four times within a few minutes and i joked if he had a 30 second short term memory. but i think he just wanted to hold my hand, to feel the warmth and texture of my skin, like he couldn’t believe something. sometimes, amidst those handshakes, i would catch glimpses in my mind of my dream last night–i was aboard a boat, and there was a quest involved. something that i had to find or put together within a given amount of time to keep something i really wanted. something that was always just out of sight around the corner, but so familiar. there was a pit of quicksand and they said to just jump in and sink. And it would be scary at first when your head goes in and you can’t breathe, but if you stay calm, you’ll come out the other side in a whole other world.

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every boy has a virgin/whore thing. they want the girl who’s passionate and sexual and what they regard as a mysterious, powerful creature they can (or can’t) tame, and also the girl who mothers him, believes in him and makes him a better man. they’re simultaneously complementary and contradictory.

the thing is, all women are both. in our purest form, it’s our essence. that’s why men seek it. but it’s the more self-actualized women who embody the duality with confidence.

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tonight i went out people watching. on a 29 day. what i came up with blew my mind. must rest brain and finish recap later. but i feel like i got more proof that reality is synchronized.

to be honest, when i was at the david gray concert, i had the same feelings of the outer world being synchronized with my inner world. there were certain moments that just jumped out and triggered things I’ve been thinking of. they made me feel like where i am now is exactly where i should be.

near the end of his set, he tells a story of how the last time he was in seattle, he was signing autographs before the show and someone asked him how come he doesn’t ever play this song at shows. so, he said, this was a song close to his heart that he hadn’t played for a very long time, but it was for that fan who asked for this song.

then he played “last boat to america.” and i laughed to myself as i filled with sweet emotion.

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