“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.”
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A brief chat with The Ghost Inside.
Jonathon Vigil: “If Rosie Jones comes to a show our guitarist will cry.”
I’ve spent more than I should have on recent beer purchases.
I find myself getting lost wondering what geography means. At night I look up to the same moon as you and we both stand under the same stars. I could start driving today and I know the roads will eventually connect to you. Geography is a distance and I understand you’re so far away yet in my mind you just seem so close. I could be by your side in time for dinner; I’ll bring wine. I’ve got so much to say to you but really I just want to hear your voice and I run my fingers through your hair, your head in my lap. Distance, although measurable is conquerable. The car is running. I’m just going to start driving the those roads, each turn getting closer to you.
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The Lady, Anderson Valley Barney Flats Oatmeal Stout and I, Rogue Brutal IPA.
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