every scream went bleeding through these paper walls
and all the makeup in the world couldnt hide the scars i leave today
im packing light
a suitcase and toiletries
the rolling hills and willow trees of carolina wait for me
you never learned the rules have changed since we were nine
this isnt school
boys dont assault the girls they like
the taste of blood, the claim of love
these two will hereon cease to be
sprouting from your fists and tongue
as carolina waits for me
fields of grain go whipping by from the window seat
im drifting in, im drifting out catching up on sleep
i couldnt get indentured since the very crest of seventeen
i left my keys and broken dreams
cause carolina waits for me
i will never forgive a single day
mile markers seem to call my name and say
your safer now
through every town will light your way in reflective green
all the way, the state of carolina waits for me
-carolina - ben gibbard
i started running again yesterday. still in a good deal of discomfort and wearing a brace and living in ice when im not running, but the past two days have been beautiful for running...it feels like fall.
my camera is back from repair...watch out world
and yes, thank you all for the comments on my beard. it is beautiful and soon will blow in the wind.
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