I go to loud places to search for someone to be quiet with, who will take me home
You go to loud places to find someone who will take you higher than I took you
Didn’t I take you to higher places you can’t reach without me?
I have never reached such heights
I see music in your eyes
I go to those places where we used to go
They seem so quiet now, I’m here all alone
You go to new places with I don’t know who
And I don’t know how to follow you
I’ve been in Brazil for 8 weeks. One thing I missed, the only thing other than my dog, was music. And I’ve returned to some beauty. The above tune awakens the romantic in me. Beautifully produced and sung. I have a lot to say about Brazil but for now, I think my feet are steadily finding ground, like a feather floating from a few hundred miles up. There will be no crash landing, but hopefully a peaceful recognition of what the hell it was all about. Wow. I’m in awe, and currently stuck in between varying emotions. Brazil, I miss you. Freedom of spirit, I miss you. Not caring about who I am, I miss you. Exploring exciting, wondrous places, I miss you. Random people who made me smile, I miss you. Life away from here, I miss you.