From East Missoula, Montana to Valras Plage, France. A midwest kid from the suburbs of Chicago sets out to see the world. This is my story.
Wednesday, April 10, 2019
Pink Floyd-High Hopes-with Lyrics
There must be something about how the human body can tap into the akashic record because these notes seem so distant and yet fresh like it was yesterday and I know damn well it was a long time ago. It's like I'm still looking at my foot at that point in time full on knowing that I want forget this moment in time. And for some reason this song brings me right to that spot. it opens up some sort of wormhole for some reason. I find I have to leave it alone or I'm become obsessed over it. And that is obviously too late?
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