"sometimes, you just gotta listen to the music"

this'll be fifteen posts in one:

speechless again.

the overwhelming combination

of the highest highs and the

lowest lows

all jumbled, twisted, wrapped

around into one vivid color:

beautiful in its intensity because it's

hard.

being in sewanee for the past two weeks is one long blur. so much of my life these days is so unstable, changing every day, with plans shattering in morning and new ones forming hours later. dreams dashed, and new ones appearing in their place, prolly 'cuz i'm a dreamer, all underneath the summer sun in my summer skin that has always seemed to soak up everything so much more than the dull gray of winter's constant ache. i see new freckles appearing every day, as if each represents another thought.idea.person.confused piece of my life.

summer skin, don't come out of the summer sun, even if you get sunburned sometimes. 'cuz even in all this confusion, and jumbled time of life, we've got to keep soaking everything in deep, because this vivid life is as good as it gets right now, here, on this side of eternity.

color of the day: stripes. the brightest yellow and the brightest deepest blue, which should be the colors of some girl's swimsuit somewhere, strolling along the sand of ocean blue, holding a white coverup blowing in the wind from the sea, whistling to a summer tune. she's only happy in the sun.

so much music in the last three days. adventures everywhere, from the waterfall at fiery gizzard, to warm nights spent laying down on rocky beds staring up at stained glass, to days spent laughing underneath blue sky and white clouds, to lightning storms from greens view, to firetower sunrise. laughs and tears and thoughts and frisbee. you know, rippin' cigs and doin' the math. joke.

and pradip summed everything up in one of his moments of tipsy wisdom: "will, you know how to love in the abstract, in a way that is difficult for many, but this is what i will tell you... in this year, more than anything else, no matter where you are or what you do, i want you to learn how to love a single person right in front of you."

love one at a time. seems to be a common theme lately. "if it's lonely where you are, come back down, and i won't tell 'em your name." i gotta come back down, learn to love again in this summer skin, and be at peace with the present.

sorry about the random musings.

love wins.