#fush

memorial day weekend 2011
this is the date that everything was to have finally come to fruition, if all goes as it was once planned. she should officially need a new driver's license. to be honest, I expected to feel a real difference once this date had come and gone. this difference has yet, as of this writing, failed to reveal itself if it is indeed coming.
ever find a song that sounds like it was commissioned by you? or perhaps written with you as the muse? this one that follows is one of those for me. I had heard it quite often over the past few years, but never really heard the words. certainly couldn't have told you what the song was about if asked... until one day. it was like I became conscious all at once, and heard the words screaming at me through the radio in my car. there was a day the words were exactly what I wish I could have written for myself in that moment of my life. it was as if the song was the answer to a prayer, not to sound melodramatic. but the song is upbeat, and beautiful, and I love it.

I don't mind the weather.
I've got scarves and caps and sweaters.
I've got long johns under slacks for blustery days.
I think that it's brainless
to assume that making changes to your window's view
will give a new perspective.

the hardest part is yet to come.

I don't mind restrictions
or if you're blacking out the friction
it's just dead escape, it's over rated.
anyways...

the hardest part is yet to come...
when you will cross the country alone.