Time passes, in that insufferably smug way that it does. Friends become acquaintances, acquantances become friends, and for some bizarre reason it's 89º outside in Vermont. In the midst of all this stands a young man simply doing his best to keep his heaad above water (not a terribly hard task in the literal sense, as he lives on a mountaintop, but much tougher figuratively). His mind is a whirlwhind of responsiblities, priorities, and the instinctive need to escape. There are moments of reprieve from his inner struggle, however. Conversations with loved ones and time spent with new friends make the days lighter and easier to bear. I cannot say what comes next, however. His story has yet to be told, and only that unbearably conceited time knows what is yet to pass.
Tunes: "Runaway Train," Soul Asylum (iTMS); "What a Good Boy," Barenaked Ladies (iTMS).
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Re: Time Passes
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on Thu 15 Sep 2005 02:28 AM CDT | Permanent Link
Cherish the crossroads. They will only last for a short time. Before you know it, you'll look at all the freshmen to come after you with wonder, "They don't know what they're in for."
Have fun, and don't take yourself too seriously. --Being Shielded Trackbacks
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