Mixed Moss

So I had a great summer, but now I just want to be done here. I am tired, and I miss everyone, and I didn’t get to see Juliet before she left for Florida, and my mother was just finishing up her radiation treatments when I left Cincy, so I haven’t seen her while she was healthy in a very long time. So, while I got to see everyone this past week-end, it just sort of cemented in my mind that it is time to go home. There’s a sense of closure I have, and it’s hard to have that sense when technically it’s not over yet. Of course, there are things I will miss here. But it’s time. Another two weeks, and I’ll be back in Cincy.

I said once that the answers to all of life’s questions and the perfect words for any situation could be found in the collective works of Frank Sinatra, The Beatles, and U2. Lately I’ve been thinking I should add Simon and Garfunkel and John Mayer to the list; they’re right up there at the very least. Anyways, here it is. Simon and Garfunkel.

Tonight I’ll sing my songs again
I’ll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me
In shades of mediocrity
Like emptyness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me

Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home, where my thought’s escaping
Home, where my music’s playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me

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