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"I gotta rush away," she said, "I been to Boston before. and anyways this change I been feeling doesn't make the rain fall" No big differences these days just the same old walkaways and someday i'm gonna stay but not today i want to rush away. i want to jump on a train and follow the map that adam duritz has painted through his words . . . New Orleans, Baton Rouge, Hollywood, California, Boston . . . i want to go and be free to be pulled. by wind. by the smell of the ocean. i miss the ocean. what few times that I have seen it . . . i miss smashing into waves and forgetting everything except the taste in my mouth, the bitter salt stinging my eyes. i miss being purely myself in those moments, not weighed by expectations and decisions and unfinished everythings. i want to say the words of that song to everyone, sing them outloud, and just go go go away from everything that's turning me into someone i am not. i'm tired. i'm scared. and someday i'm gonna stay but not today |
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