schoolyear, so new art:
You hear singers and guitarists with your ears but you hear bass lines with your heart so don’t go telling me bassists aren’t important
at 3:30 PM eastern time, I will stand alone in the Washington Dulles International Airport, and my journey will be at an end. It has been a long one. I think this trip has taken more from me than it has given me in return, and for that I will never be the same. All I can hope for now is that either one day what little I had crosses my path again, or that it finds itself stronger for not. As for what was given to me here, I shan’t forget it either, the pain will mix with the pleasure, and the cycle will start anew. This is my penultimate post on this journey, tomorrow, one more. I bid you all goodnight. Now, and forever after if I do not speak to you again.