I have this idea of a sexy runaway brunette.
She wears chunky boots with short black shorts and a worn yellow T-shirt
that she stole from her ex-boyfriend.
She's holding a vintage suitcase full of all her belongings
and she takes one last deep breath before
she jumps on a bus at sunrise.
When Chelsea and I attended Rock the Garden on June 21st of this year
we had come to the conclusion that there were
more cutes dresses than boys.
I can recognize that this is the first of many blogs to come.
And I will only dabble in the past as a reference
to something relevant to the present.
Because starting today is a new life
and I am always the biggest fan
of starting over.
Buddy Holly is telling me that
Well, alright. Well, alright. Our lifetime of love will be all right.
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