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  • It's kind of funny to me, how a lot of what I carry inside -- the stuff of where my songs and writing come from are, in one way or another, rooted in the feeling of traveling this life by myself and/or being lost -- tonight I'm driving from Virginia to Connecticut by myself, and it's surprisingly okay.

    I'm letting my mind wander completely free, with my heart in tow.

    I know it's a little cliché, but it's been a long time since I've felt this free, with my windows down, and my music at a peaceful, solitary blare (it's just me in the car and on the road, anyways); it's been a long time since I've let my self... really all of me, just relax and go.
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