In August of 2005, a group of workmen were hired to do repairs at the Spooner House in Plymouth, Massachusetts and upon arriving, knocked at the door. A little girl in colonial period costume opened it, which surprised no one as the more than…
Loving what you see, but you fear what you think Because of your mind and your body There’s a missing fucking link That leaves you vulnerable, susceptible to pain You’re a garden of potential submerged in the rain
ONE OF MY FUCKIN FAVORITES
I walk fearless with a mind far greater than your fucking fist
This song sang me to sleep a few nights ago. I stuffed my favorite green pillow against the passenger seat window and forced my eyes shut. The pavement was uneven and bumpy, my legs sore from adventures I don’t deserve. Somewhere in between dreams of showing up to work naked and accidentally proposing to the wrong person, this tune found it’s way into my head. I glanced over at my roadtrip partner and saw him singing along.
For some odd reason, that moment has taken root in my mind. I remember smiling as he played the song for a second time, believing me to still be asleep. To be honest, I wasn’t crazy about this one at first. But after thousands of miles and many new memories, it’s one I plan on holding onto for a while. I hope it does the same for you.