like blown-out circuitry

[greensinger]

Fumbling around in the dark of winter. It's a month past the solstice, but not even halfway to the equinox yet. I am out of joint, out of time with life's music, or just out of music itself; as quiet as a barren windswept field, as orderly as the wind

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[ruckusxfaerie]

i hate to admit that i feel jealous reading this.
your life seems so full and rich. how beautiful. i wish ithica wasnt so far away.
its funny, for living in such a hippy town like new paltz, i have yet to connect with anyone or any groups yet. i am burnt out on flaky hippies haha.