I'm going to miss you so much when I'm gone. Why is that my thought? Which part of the brain thrusts human focus into the inexistent future? Well turn it off. Nostalgia for places isn't the same as for people. Places will be there when you return; that sunset over the hill, with the horses dancing in the grasses? I still see it, I know I have it. Couldn't I feel the same about moments with people? Those moments when your stomach was floating and your whole body feels like it's tingling with life and breath? I KNOW I'M ALIVE. It seems different. I'm not sure why.
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I'm going to miss you so much when I'm gone. Why is that my thought? Which part of the brain thrusts human focus into the inexistent future? Well turn it off. Nostalgia for places isn't the same as for people. Places will be there when you return; that sunset over the hill, with the horses dancing in the grasses? I still see it, I know I have it. Couldn't I feel the same about moments with people? Those moments when your stomach was floating and your whole body feels like it's tingling with life and breath? I KNOW I'M ALIVE. It seems different. I'm not sure why.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
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I'm going to miss you so much when I'm gone. Why is that my thought? Which part of the brain thrusts human focus into the inexistent future? Well turn it off. Nostalgia for places isn't the same as for people. Places will be there when you return; that sunset over the hill, with the horses dancing in the grasses? I still see it, I know I have it. Couldn't I feel the same about moments with people? Those moments when your stomach was floating and your whole body feels like it's tingling with life and breath? I KNOW I'M ALIVE. It seems different. I'm not sure why.
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