100 - Dean Blunt
Listening to 100 by Dean blunt,
I just get the feeling of like driving large stetches of road during golden hour, windows rolled down, the air is warm and inviting, sleeping at the back of the car,
feet on the dashboard, seeing pastures, abandoned homes in parriere fields, passing organe street lights, cigarettes, gas stations, twilight of the night, the hum of an electric transfomrer, ripped jeans, flannel, memories, graffiti tags and stickers and the small signs of life
The people you meet on the road, in some random remote bar, chatting up with a drink with a stranger, and getting a dropped a nugget of wisdom or something that like changes your outlook in life,
the night sky, the liminality of walk down a road motel hallway, the flickering neon skies, the mythical encounter of seeing a deer or a fox,
Feeling the infinite present at the edge of the bed knowing your so far away.
Breakfast in the morning in diner, the smell of hazel, the dust in sunlight
galaxies of milk that swirl in the coffee, the soft leather of booths, everythings gonna be okay.
The kindness of strangers,
Where ever life takes you, you detach and "
flow like where the wind goes"
Lost to going nowhere but forever to get there
Journaling, being a poet.
Everythings in decay, your worlds in decay but you find hope.
You figure out, but it took forever to get there.
you know what your made out of, the ache you you saw in others was in you, faith, love and art.
Sleeplessness nights in the car,
Ride and stop into a new town,
Encounters that shape that you fully dont understand till later
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You meet many different people, you end the night only seeing them once but they leave a life time of an impression on you, the same amount of time for them to be you.
Forgetting to ask their name, some exchanges are mundane like help with directions, but it will lead you to somewhere or someone or unknownly to something, where or when it will it seem like the right time and momment, within moment of arrival is absence of meeting others of ifinite yet possible potentials,
they leave you a piece of info like a book, movie, a song, quote, a triva, a story of their lives, through learned grace, compassion and mistakes, they impart you a lived truth and intelligence that they hope to pass on, but its not the same as the lived wisom of experinces.
thats deep enriching and you wouldnt know other wise hadnt you know.
In isolation of far away, you find people you know in other faces,
You have an idea of people, and no amount observation from how they look or what they wear, can prove you right, cause we are diffrent.
You compare and contrast, you meet alot of people, some people dont align or just not in the same wave length.
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Taking pictures, because its something worth cherishing to look back on, and it will never happen again, places are like rivers, no day is ever the same but it seems like it does.
Stopping at your tracks on the side of road to watch something, beautiful, the switch grass and sunset, a momment of solitude sitting on top of your car, letting the momment hold you as you hold it and cradle it in your memory,
It will be nice to share a life with someone.
Wishing or imaging you could spend it with somone.
Sitting on hood of your car with a friend, or a lover with blankets, the cuddle and warmth and sharing a moment, knowing it was not spent alone.
The subtle yet odd phenotype of diffrent people from diffrent states. The fauna, the animals, the food, the way people talk, the little subtle diffent changes compared to your hometown
Trying to romanticizing every part of your life.
Theres so many ways and perspectives to live life, its figuring out your values and what you are.
The ache of travel.
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You come home with memories, changed, in tears, in your absence you smell your home after being gone for so long, how will you live out the rest of your life knowing what you learned and become.
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Sometimes I yearn to just meet that special someone, or you meet a certain someone you create something bigger then yourselves
You figure out who you are, what you are, you know what you want out of this life, you feel like your on the right track and you feel that fundamental initution that you are on the right track, it feels something big, bigger then you, its impact, you didnt mean to, it just happens,
Theres a fear in success... because it will just alienate and isolate you like how you grew up,
Theres more to unpack to what life throws at you from the otherside,
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Im just afraid of the wrong people in my life, who were truly in my life, are they just around me for selfish reasons,
Theres photographs i see of celebrities, enstilled in the past, making there mark in time in a momment, of culture and history, i yearn that in myself.
There's that deep feeling that to be loved and worthy i have to make something great or bigger then myself. Thats what holds me back in being perfect.
I wanna sing, wear my heart in sleeve