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A bus station on Tuesday
Last Tuesday night contained nothing of significance Browsing tumblr and watching great Television
And great though it may be My thoughts keep drifting me
Back to Tuesday night 3 weeks ago The bus rolled in and I stepped on
Anticipation high then I was gone Whisked away into the night
To reach my flight Then soaring high like my spirits
Across oceans and continents
The palm trees swayed with affirmation I'd reached my destination
And, from that point the week was a whirlwind It picked me up like the strong
ocean current and swept me along So I smiled and I laughed
And I basked in the sun
Back home I hit the ground Hard
Now I'm stuck in this rut, My confession
Of post-Vidcon depression So I'm up all night on that same old skype
chat Trying to rekindle some of that LA magic
And already I'm planning on the next place cos' I want to be that girl
with great stories to tell Mapping the world with the luggage tag on
her suitcase I know now that I'm a wanderer
With an itch to travel further, and I have no clue where it will take me, but
A great place to start is at a bus station on Tuesday.