This rant from June (Inspired by The Killers) and the promise that I've made with myself to Join the Peace Corps in the Fall of '08 are the reasons I've started this blog:

Mom told me today everything will be ok, 'look at all these things that you've already done! Write all these things down- the things the crashing tide can't hide.'

So here come my confessions for some Mr. Brightside King:

1. I want to be on top,

2. not give a shit,

3. smile like i mean it,

4. make it go away without a word,

5. rewind the river to when we were young

6. and watch us all be the stars that we are.

Believe me, I can't hide these things I know. I was away in the 5 year mystic midnight college show lost in my indie rock and roll when i was told, 'Someone let you go, you know, when you were very young. The man who introduced you to the river wild and painted enchanted scenes all over everything.'

I'm sick of telling myself to refocus my mind. 'Just stop wasting time. Let everything rhyme.'

We're all under a gun I know. I know! I know? But I wont become a run down soldier to save my soul. It takes one American to see that all this fighting is doing is keeping us from becoming whole.

Someone must have unloved you, but not the way that I do. Before I go back to the river flow, the one that you helped me come to know, I just want to know, who before let you go?