To do this for the people I love :
I’ll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat
With the collar up so you won’t catch a cold
I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
And kiss you on the mouth
We’ll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change,
We’ll give ourselves new names (identities erased)
The sun will heat the grounds
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
Everything will change
Drop by drop I poured the profaning bitterness of this world’s wisdom into that pure heart and that innocent mind, while every higher and better feeling within me recoiled from my miserable task.
Wishing the best to all my bitches (and I mean that in the most endearing way possible).
They are going places, some are already there, and some are still looking. I’m incredibly lucky to have such great friends who have such solid characters and hearts.
An overdue good luck, but I wish you all the best, anne, sherry, papa do and mel :) my place will always have room for you. (And each of you already know it well…especially that couch)
Yes, I still live in Berkeley, in the same apartment that I’ve been in for 2 years. People probably consider me as one of those that hasn’t “let go” of Berkeley/College, but it isn’t that I’m not ready to move on into “the City,” it’s simply that I’m not sick of Berkeley yet.
I love Berkeley. The eccentricities, the hobos, the daily Can you spare some change? -all the mesh mash of the dirty grittiness of Downtown against the cute small-neighborhood feel of North Berkeley. Before coming to Berkeley, I had always lived in a suburban town, and I suppose my appreciation stems from a counter-reaction to that perfect cookie-cutter environment. Regardless, I have to say living in Berkeley and attending the University has blessed me with one of the greatest rewards; learning to accept and appreciate differences, ideals, and crazy bitches.
Of course, I also have special sentimental feelings for this place where I’ve expanded my boundaries, rebelled against my goody two-shoe upbringing, and made significant choices about my life, without losing control. I feel especially thankful that I’ve been able to rebel a little, but not loose myself to becoming something I’m not.
Berkeley; the city, the university, and, of course, the crazy bitches, I thank you. Please continue to treat me well (do NOT burn down my apartment complex pleaaaase).