You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone. You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place. - Garden State
I'm Jamie and that's a million things, so where is there to start really? I change and grow every day.
I'm a lover and poet, an artist, a wounded soul. I'm the eye of my camera and the paint on my canvas. I'm calm like the dead of winter. I'm laughter and beauty if only you stick around long enough to know me. I'm shaken and fragile, but a warrior to in so many ways. I'm rum and nicotine and a good story or two. I'm shyness and boldness and a mixture in between.
Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continuously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?' "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?" I don't want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be ant, you know? - Waking Life
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I will lean into you
And you can be the wind
I will open up my mouth
And you can come rushing in
You can rush in so hard
And make it so I can’t breathe
I breathe too much anyway
I can do that anyday
I just wish I knew who you were
I wish you’d make yourself known
Probably you don’t know I’m her
The woman you want to call home
I’ll keep my ear to the wall
I’ll keep my eye on the door
’cause I’ve heard all my own jokes
And they’re just not funny anymore
I laugh too much anyway
I can do that anyday
Have you ever been bent or pulled
Have you ever been played like strings
If I could see you I could strum you
I could break you
Make you sing
But I guess you can’t really see the wind
It just comes in and fills the space
And everytime something moves
You think that you have seen it’s face
And I’ve always got my guitar to play
But I can do that anyday
- Ani Difranco
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