move it to the exits
i hope you have found a friend
~closing time, semisonic
we used to wander between bright yellow buses, doing actions and promising to remember and sucking back tears with all our might. skoch played "closing time" and changed the lyrics to make it ok. i think. with graduation so soon, and ross citing this song because rickles closed, it's all coming back.
i'm leaving, you know? my roomie and the puppy. these friends. this job. this church. this school. this city. the people i kinda wish i'd never met because i haven't yet figured out what i was supposed to learn there, exactly. more so, the people i never got to know. you, maybe. and no one's sure what's next, eh?
i've spent enough time hearing kevin and steve wonder about the future to realize that i'm not like them: they fear that what they deeply desire will somehow disintegrate. (kevin's gotten into durham now, btw, so he doesn't seem as worried as usual.) when the future scares me it's because i haven't put my finger on my deepest desires.
this i know, though: the moments when i ache for holiness feel the realest. so, i guess what i'm trying to say is i know who i want to take me home . . .
1 comment:
:)
That is a great last line.
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