“Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all, but lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall. Lend me your eyes, I can change what you see. But your soul, you must keep totally free. Awake my soul, awake my soul.”—
what is the feeling when you’re driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? it’s the too huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. but we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.