In the desert you can't remember your name...
Kailey sent me an mp3 last week - 'A Horse with No Name', by America. Good song, keeps getting stuck in my head. Its one of those older songs, one I'm sure was popular when my parents were younger, and one I recognized as soon as I heard the tune - although I never had any idea what the title was, or who the artist was.
"I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can't remember your name..."
Feeling kind of restless and bored at the close of this long weekend...while it was nice to relax, and have an extra day off of work, it also felt lonely & confining at times too. I miss living in Toronto...although there is a fair share of loneliness in the city too. Bah.
I want things to change, but I want them to stay the same, too....I was never very good at dealing with change. Still am not, particularly. (And wow, grammatically that makes no sense. Oh well.)
"I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can't remember your name..."
Feeling kind of restless and bored at the close of this long weekend...while it was nice to relax, and have an extra day off of work, it also felt lonely & confining at times too. I miss living in Toronto...although there is a fair share of loneliness in the city too. Bah.
I want things to change, but I want them to stay the same, too....I was never very good at dealing with change. Still am not, particularly. (And wow, grammatically that makes no sense. Oh well.)
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