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not much going on. just trying to get through the week. it's still pretty mild out there weatherwise, but it's gray and rainy. i've never been one to mind the rain, unless it's like 40 days in a row... it's definitely a Pink Floyd--early Police kind of day. slow, moody, a bit dark...but not so dark that you want to slit your wrists...
flash back to: walking over the bridge in dark rainy weather from the college library to the dorms. soaked head to foot. i can smell the familiar. i can almost see myself at 17...young and stupid. trusting and puppyish. soft and always dreaming. about obscure loveletters typewritten with no spaces, no return address, pictures of woody allen, lyrics from 5 years...think i saw you in an icecream parlor drinking milkshakes cold and long, smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think you knew you were in this song...ziggy stardust
sometimes, i'd like to go back and whisper in her ear...sweetheart don't sell your magic, don't ever give it for free. never tuck yourself inside lonely pockets, watch carefully for cards up his sleeve... you don't have all the time in the world, but stop worrying...spend a little more time learning about who you really are, and just be. be. be.