Filled with Love that Struggles to find a Home

I forgot how full Dylan and Guthrie make me feel. They pull a strength of dusty roads and abandoned fields, lofty dreams and open ended adventures from a place I forgot even resided in me. I've been feeling so weird about the passage of time lately, a little like every thing is whirling past me and I'm just jamming in the middle swaying to the pulse of it all.

I'm leaving next week for a few days and I think it's exactly what I need to keep my head from exploding. You know, cause I'm useless with an exploded head. <3