bluecadet

Neither the flowers on the hill
or the moonlight on the sea
Have ever looked so blue
And everything looks new again
In that old familiar way

The view from my room
of the ships on the bay
Had come to bore me through and through
But they suddenly seem new again
In that old familiar way

The delicate ballet of blossoms falling off a tree
Had long gone unnoticed by me
I'm stunned by what now I finally see
It's amazing the wonders you can find
Just by stepping outside

There's a skip in my step a divine state of joy
In everything I do
Cause I am feeling new again
In that old familiar way


I've returned!


I'm not in Austin like I promised I would be. I'm now trying to swing something in the northeast (Boston and NYC I'm looking at you), though rent is of course astronomically high up there. If all else fails, I can still fall back to my original plan to move to Austin. Of course, I would love to be somewhere closer to my mates in New york. Ah well, either way I'll always have pierced nipples.