Trying to figure out where that is at the moment. Trying to hear my own voice amid all the others who just seem to be talking at me.
I'm still hearing the words they're saying and not trusting my own.
I used to listen to this while riding the bus home late at night in Richmond. It seemed to fit into the soundtrack of my life too as I stared past my own reflection on the glass and into the dark beauty of the old city. You know, right behind the homeless dudes fighting on the corner.
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