I'm Doing Cartwheels In Bed
2 Comments Published by Devin on Thursday, January 19, 2006 at 12:13 AM.
Music: Ben Gibbard - You Remind Me of Home - Home Vol. 4
Mood: Nostalgic
Tonight the drive home was different. I still rolled down the window to let the wind dance through my hair. I drove down the same familiar streets with Death Cab stuck in my head. And like every trip home, the quenching night air persuaded me to find a place to stand perched, overlooking the city. But tonight this place felt slightly distant; like looking down from a plane before landing. I couldn’t help but ask myself, was I a stranger or was I home? It is one of those thing that you don’t see until its done because every time the change was too small notice. Each time the unfamiliarity inched on, persistent and taking advantage of the wind that blew me north. Now so many of my connections with this place only stand as memories. Picture frames left on their front porches with a note that says “Free – moving sale.”
Mood: Nostalgic
Tonight the drive home was different. I still rolled down the window to let the wind dance through my hair. I drove down the same familiar streets with Death Cab stuck in my head. And like every trip home, the quenching night air persuaded me to find a place to stand perched, overlooking the city. But tonight this place felt slightly distant; like looking down from a plane before landing. I couldn’t help but ask myself, was I a stranger or was I home? It is one of those thing that you don’t see until its done because every time the change was too small notice. Each time the unfamiliarity inched on, persistent and taking advantage of the wind that blew me north. Now so many of my connections with this place only stand as memories. Picture frames left on their front porches with a note that says “Free – moving sale.”
i need to grace your new blog layout with some lame teen-angst poetry, because i'm all emo and shit:
cab rides in the dark
a district settles down
alleys grow dangerous
my driver habib
thanks fools.
here's more emo stuff to make you cry:
crunchy tater tots
disappointing magnets
two c's tacked on
breakfast always sucks