I love the feel of Texas nights. The world lights up all burnt orange, and then the sky turns ink-black, like I've never seen before. The warm air blows gently around you and it feels just as perfectly comfortable as that lull after Christmas dinner. I'm going to be sad to leave, tomorrow, but I know I could never stand to stay.
Stuffed full of a down-home dinner and the strangest candy I could find at the gas station - two blocks up the lonely little streets of this population 300 town - I'm overflowing wtih content (gramatically effed, and I don't care) as I get lost in some Bright Eyes. I'm sorry that I can't keep in touch, but I mean it when I say I'll send a postcard. If I can't clear my mind of where I'm from, how can I grow? I took this trip in order to learn and if I don't get what I need to, be sure I'll take off again (awight, you all know that I will anyway, but you know what I mean). You'll know I'm alive because I'll write something here, every night, okay?
For those who don't know, in exchange for an extra day with Savannah, her dad is putting us on a train to New Orleans. We say goodbye to Grand Falls, Texas at six tomorrow morning. I know they'll send us off with hugs and banana bread and I'm crossing my fingers hoping I don't cry. These people have come to feel like family in such a short time and I know I'll never see them, agian.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go watch my darling Skanky Ruthibald sing!
Stuffed full of a down-home dinner and the strangest candy I could find at the gas station - two blocks up the lonely little streets of this population 300 town - I'm overflowing wtih content (gramatically effed, and I don't care) as I get lost in some Bright Eyes. I'm sorry that I can't keep in touch, but I mean it when I say I'll send a postcard. If I can't clear my mind of where I'm from, how can I grow? I took this trip in order to learn and if I don't get what I need to, be sure I'll take off again (awight, you all know that I will anyway, but you know what I mean). You'll know I'm alive because I'll write something here, every night, okay?
For those who don't know, in exchange for an extra day with Savannah, her dad is putting us on a train to New Orleans. We say goodbye to Grand Falls, Texas at six tomorrow morning. I know they'll send us off with hugs and banana bread and I'm crossing my fingers hoping I don't cry. These people have come to feel like family in such a short time and I know I'll never see them, agian.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go watch my darling Skanky Ruthibald sing!
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