Bear with me on this one. Don’t ask why I need to add a dose of moroseness to this normally happy happy blog ;).
It’s my message in a bottle of bytes - to that one person who warped time for me and then simply unwarned, unwarped it - the mouse to my frog. She might pick it up some day - nothing is lost on the internet just like the ocean.
It was always a song that made me loopy but now, it’s the script of the promise I make to myself -
Go melt back into the night, babe,
Everything inside is made of stone.
There’s nothing in here moving
An’ anyway I’m not alone.
You say you’re looking for someone
Who’ll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly
An’ to come each time you call,
A lover for your life an’ nothing more,
But it ain’t me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe,
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe.
~Bob Dylan: It Ain’t Me, Babe
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