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brody says…
nothing……………actually…..something. I like a cage animal. the key is in the hole i’m not locked in, there’s nobody on the outside, i may as well sit here in my cage. i dream of coming out. in my sleep i’m on mountains. jumping from cliffs into glistening water. crisp. refreshing. soothing. my soul is yearning. yearning and yearning. all the while i dream away. playing astray. when i wake …. my day doesn’t go that way. routine filled. habit killled. i want to be thrilled. the thrill is a craving. i want to be raving. dancing and saving.
Before the big crowds, before the events, there are always two friends practicing by themselves; learning from one another, matching each others’ minors with majors. The power of music isn’t bound by language, because it is the universal language.
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tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
tumblr bot… everywhere beautiful. my answer must remain ambiguous
i’d love to be camping.
just thinking about it, camping. rays of sunlight shining through the hands of all the trees. beating on my tent. beating on my skin. heating up heating up. wake up. start a fire. cook something i caught hours before. camping. pack up some water. take my dog(if i had one or any companion in this daydream) find a path. go off of it. climb the climbable. or even if it seems. get lost. get lost. camping.
