I Feel Empty Inside
I miss atmosphere. I miss the adventure. Colorado, what a time that was. Julia, I'm leavin tomorrow. The red colors, the trees and snowfall. The mountains took my breath away. Freedom. I couldn't believe it was my life I was living. Things we're almost too grand. The changing seasons, oh God, to see it again. So beautiful. Brilliant reds and blues. So much damn beauty in this world. So much sorrow. September rain, October skies. The never knowing, the great unknown flowing according to the whims of the great magnet. Momentum. I want to be free again, barefoot on top of a mountain. The problems of another life, so small and distant from that place. The cold stone beneath my feet. I'll never forget the day I chose to fly. And it's because I can't forget that I suffer. My wings are clipped.
