"I was born in the arms of imaginary friends. Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I’ve been."
Had a Dylan education tonight folks. He is so cute. Like I wanted to squeeze him cute. And I know that’s not the common reaction to seeing bob Dylan live. #bobdylan #grandpabob #neverendingtour #tokyo #japan (at Zepp DiverCity Tokyo)
gawd it is way too early to be thinking.
i see a pattern.
there are some poisonous things out there in the world. and they appear in all sorts of different forms. they make you forget what makes the blood rush through your veins and into your heart. the poison slowly seeps into the cracks of your heart and your head. sneakily starts to make you doubt everything. yourself included. then before you know it. you’re at work trying to make sense of everything. compartmentalize. and you finally just… explode.
then you come home for a cry. and a friend. an amazing friend. tells you to not forget those feelings you felt at one time. those moments of clarity where nothing else made sense but that feeling of the blood rushing through your veins and into your heart.
you take a bottle of wine or beer or liquor of choice and wash the poison out of your system.
next morning. a bit hungover. but inspired to keep on keeping on.
wait a month.
do it all over again.
Did things go well with your dad? My dad and I are also a bit damaged too :(
it’s a work in progress. thanks for asking. dad relationships are as foreign to me as the countries i’ve never been to. but he’s my dad. and if i don’t try to love him, i think i’ll regret that for the rest of my life.
look at me. confessing to a total stranger.