No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky - B.D.
Last year, sometime around this time, we went to see Bob Dylan. I fell asleep during his show and was really unimpressed with his lack of any interaction with the crowd, there was no eye contact or even a slight shift of the head to look at the crowd gawking at the man they thought he was yet they were just gawking at the person he used to be, that
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you are pure in your tar and free in your cage.
you are special.
you are a healer.
you are a dreamer.
you are fucky and twirly and lost and found and everything in between.
i feel you even when i dont see you.
we communicate better through non speach.
you have more potential than you know.
you are perfect underneath skin and word and thank yous and goodbyes and taxes and credit cards.
no one is nearly as emotionally reliable as you.
i love you.
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