Just like comfortable life is lived with peers and feather,
I’m slightly off-tune, slightly out of ‘together‘. In the background (amongst the crackles and pops) I hear the distant voices behind distant clocks.
I run into you on the station untuned, where in the background voices echo like fumes.
Blame me on a station static,
Your connection is down, your life in the attic.
The radio, like a wave of life, you’ve been born into power, but the tuning’s not right.
Voices stream through white noise but the words make no sense,
Like a shiny gold dollar when your currency’s pence.
I don’t know what to call it, or what to call you, but we’re on the same wavelength, off the tuning by two.
I’m slightly off-tune, slightly out of ‘together‘. In the background (amongst the crackles and pops) I hear the distant voices behind distant clocks.
I run into you on the station untuned, where in the background voices echo like fumes.
Blame me on a station static,
Your connection is down, your life in the attic.
The radio, like a wave of life, you’ve been born into power, but the tuning’s not right.
Voices stream through white noise but the words make no sense,
Like a shiny gold dollar when your currency’s pence.
I don’t know what to call it, or what to call you, but we’re on the same wavelength, off the tuning by two.
Okay, this might sound totally bizzaro, but from your writing that I accidentally found on the interwebs searching for aerial pictures I really honestly truly feel that we are two sides of the same coin. I realize this is you years and years ago, but if you are the same person now I would really love to keep in touch somehow, even via casual mediums such as Instagram where I can say hi every sometimes. I found your blog at the perfect time because I am also going through a bit of a rut with how to execute the things I want (which is an insane amount) for myself. Anyway, regardless, I hope you have a beautiful day and I know in my heart you'll have a wonderful life. Take care! -R
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