pavement ends
listen quietly for the rumble of gravel

and in my head I hear Jeff Buckley, strange how appropriate the songs are that come

2003-09-09
She's right you know, it starts with long term goals, life. There is no path without destination, only the illusion of travel, occasionally interrupted by clouds.

I've shunned them since puberty, not imagining life beyond 18 or even reaching it, then 21 and so on. I'll be twenty eight in December, and have my just reward for neglecting those goals. I don't know what I want to be, but I know where, and what I want to have, and I'll take those as beginnings.

For the record, my friend, it doesn't matter what we are or aren't or have and haven't been. It only matters that we're not dead yet, which means we can. That word, can, is very powerful indeed. Say it, I can, and see the truth for yourself.

And still, I give the advice I need to hear. I love that.

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