Mr. Rager/Edge of Seventeen/All to All

Already dreaming of the beach...

Words

"Piper, Piper, the red, red worm
Woke last night to the sound of the storm
Her words were words I sailed upon..."

"Piper", Phish

The day is cool, damp, and dreary...

... and it's a perfect day for some Sufjan...

DIY: driftwood embellished with colored string

Idea from: 

The Dreamer

i'm just a dreamer but i'm hanging on
though i am nothing big to offer
i watch the birds, how they dive in then gone
it's like nothing in this world's ever still

and i'm just a shadow of your thoughts in me
but sun is setting, shadows growing
a long cast figure will turn into night
it's like nothing in this world ever sleeps

oh sometimes the blues is just a passing bird
and why can't that always be
tossing aside from your birches crown
just enough dark to see
how you're the light over me

and by your side, girl, where the acres grow
into the strong and stunning meadow
a cowboy stumbling in the finest field
and nothing good out there won't be old

oh sometimes the blues is just a passing bird
and why can't that always be
tossing aside from your birches crown
just enough dark to see
how you're the light over me

sometimes the blues is just a passing bird
and why can't that always be
tossing aside from your birches crown
just enough dark to see
how you're the light over me 

The Dreamer, Tallest Man on Earth

"We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness."  -Hunter S. Thompson

Early Winter

it looks like an early winter for us
it hurts and I can't remember sunlight
an early winter for us
the leaves are changing colour for us

and it gets too much, yeah it gets so much
starting over & over & over again
and it gets too much, yeah it gets so much
starting over & over & over again
and it gets too much, yeah it gets so much
It looks like an early winter for us