White sheets of paper are spread out before me. I'm choosing ink and spacing and lining and as I do I wonder (as always) where am I going? I put my pen to the paper, I start scribbling and the text seems to flow from my pen like water. It switches shades and colors, it fades in between words and sentences and New Roman and Calibri. And as the notes pound in my head, as the thoughts pass through me, I reach further, onward, beyond all the fear and hardships and anguish and all I find is you, always you.
Lord Huron – Time To Run
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