Singing Bohemian Rhapsody in a field at night with faces I can't make out.
Red lipstick, dresses, and bows, the epitome of all things feminine and lovely.
Finding the moon reflected in the ocean; it only gets bigger as I get further.
Smoke, cold nights, and enough trust in the world to be outside as the hours grow smaller.
G Bmin C D... simple chords are what you make them.
Riding in cars filled with music and thought, freedom and acceptance and wondering how it would feel to be in love right this second.
Learning, realizing, and understanding what's changed and what hasn't, for better or worse.
Usually for better.
Feeling lost, floating, searching for home and finding that it's where you make it.
Acknowledging that I will always be alone in a sense.
Imagining the music that could be, making plans for tambourines and practicing singing voices.
Still missing ignorance and being able to complain about having nothing to do. Missing nothing at all.
Loving the air I breathe and wondering what inspires people to say the things they do.
"Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all..." - Jeff Mangum
Knowing it's better to stay but not being able to shake the desire to run, run, run.
Searching for the beauty in permanence yet finding it most where it won't last.
Love is a burning thing.
Art by students, art by the famous, all feeling so much.
Surrounded by wishes and wishing they'd all come true.
Adventures.
We are all made of air... there are stars in my eyes and there's sun in my hair.
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