it’s a bit like that song: “I would have thought that after all this time I could change / but now I find, I still feel so afraid at the chance of seeing you.” I waxed as you waned I didn’t yet have a grip while yours was slipping. I’ll never forget the final time I just wish there’d been more. »
i returned from the overseas trip a new record waiting patiently for that special first listen but damn you you unexpected earworm from Scott 4, sending my mind back, and further back, to a summer in Apartment number 9 I hid from the world mid-twenties confusion too loud to bear but just like always a new album of old music put all the love back in me »
a languid afternoon rare winter sun revisiting old photographs balanced by the unease of that last BoC album keeping me from the blue in-side and out of harm’s way. »
stuck in the shadow of an overpass trying to find a different way out of this puzzle. »
another sunday morning, up before dawn trying to be more than a dim receiver the signal arrives a little stronger some days more than others but it doesn’t come at all if I don’t seek it out on a pavement somewhere early on a Sunday morning at the very least. »