Thursday, August 18, 2011

the. dangerous. summer.

i dont want to believe that its the middle of august.

another summer over.

another year completed.

im a sixth year. what?

there are still so many things i want to do between now and then. i mean. i've only been to the beach once this year.

where did the time go. and why does it fly so fast the older we get?

disturbing.

but i think about all the memories these past few months hold... and i wouldnt change a thing. this summer wasnt wasted. in fact. it was quite full. good friends. amazing times. front porch talks. and food truck roundups. watching the sunset on east campus. gigs. open mic nights. guitars and bonfires. pianos and sheets of paper with scribbled lyrics. coffee shops. long walks. swimming and cookout. losing a roommate and good friend. gaining a roommate and good friend. holding on to winter weight (ugh). consuming too much caffeine. laughter. lots and lots of laugher. not glee night. joe van gogh. art walks. working through the angst of life. having close friends listen. advise. pray with you. cry with you. and love you anyway. heartache. joy. sacrifice. and whole foods salad bars. the joyce. tylers. climbing. and feeling like something was accomplished. pain. losing callouses. and watching my thesis go up in flames. pouring my heart and soul into music. and after five years finding my muse.

love.

love for life.

love for my friends.

the love that i had forgotten i had...

no. i wouldnt change a thing.

the danger of this past summer? making too many memories that i dont know where to put them... and learning that the more you give. to others. to life. the less focus you have on yourself. the less depression hangs around.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_K1lywPZms&feature=relmfu

i'm learning now that i was wrong in everything
and thats the reason why i think that i can grow
its really not that bad

and there is something in your face
that pulls me far enough away
i guess that i always knew
that i'd find you when i thought

...you are my song, and you are where i wanna be...

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