went skinny dipping after midnight.took care of my goosebumps.then gave me more goosebumps.then shared a sleeping bag.
But goddamn if her hands don’t play my body like the best guitar you’ve ever heard. Every word she says stringing every broken string inside me back together again.
Anyway, what I meant to say is she is intelligent. Brilliant, really. And I was a pretty good banjo before she came around, but I’m…
will not fail to cause tears.
Found a woman who speaks to spirits for money.Though a skeptic,indulged in her,hoping to find out something;anything.Turns out you’re traveling.She said you’re happy.You’re finally not worrying about anyone but yourself.No longer are there burdens,no longer is there hurt,no one to have to care for,and no tears to cry.You’re happy,and you’re free and you’re traveling.Isn’t it reflective though,to that of my own present life?Because I too am happy,I too am free,free from worrying about others,and free,in a sense, from having to care for you,and cry with you,and watch you struggle.And I too,am traveling.And I too,am happy.And here we are,alone.Together.
And it’s so beautiful I could cry.
He says that watching me watch a live performance is how he knew.Says there’s something about the way I look while live music is happening in front of me,something about the way my “eyebrows cringe a little” making me look like i’m just so incredibly wrapped up and in tune with whatever is happening on that stage.Says there’s something about the way I dance subtly enough to where you can tell I can feel the music.Says there’s something about my eye contact;something about the way I don’t really sing out loud,but I always mouth the lyrics to myself.In front of live music,that’s where it happened.
I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me
Radio reminds me of my home far away
Driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.
Where I sleep and dream and read and write and love and work and think and kiss and cuddle and gossip and be.
Is this what love REALLY feels like?
-my bedroom is coming together.It looks very homey,and cozy,and resembles a dormered attic in a Maine home.Good atmosphere for cuddlin’ up.
-in 7 days I went inside of an Indian cave where there were sleeping bats inches from my head,backpacked to the top of the blue ridge mountains,watched the sunrise in a sleeping bag on top of a cliff,stood under a freezing cold waterfall,country line danced with my best friend,slept outside,ate brownies that practically made me hallucinate,and laughed until my stomach hurt.
-By 2012 my home will be West Asheville,where I’ll be living in a bungalo with a porch overlooking the mountains and I will drive my 1987 BMW convertible.(even if we have to share it)
-I’m hiking the Appalachian Trail in July,after turning 22 (yea…I’m still 21..)
-my natural ginger hair is in full force and I am absolutely loving it.
-finally broke the news to ESPN,I don’t care what people say,Im happy with my decision.
-I’m having a custom headboard personally welded for me out of copper,I cannot wait to see it!surprises!
-want to join a mountain jam group and play my violin but it’s in desperate need of a new bridge and some good tuning,that’s where he comes in..
-sublimely happy,this summer is going to be the best yet.welcome to bliss.
I’ve never been so inspired by the silence of a cold mountain night,or the smell of the woods and hidden waterfalls,or trainhoppers being followed by dogs with no leashes;the stars when there is no light around to pollute the sky;a sleeping back on a mountain somewhere overlooking something breathtakingly beautiful;bluegrass music in my ears;uncertainty.Uncertainty that has never felt so peacefully alluring.
