you-see-i miss

the magic schoolbus
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to start anew always seems to imply that the past is forgotten and trampled upon, the mind defenceless to the invasion of new memory.


i dont want to start anew, i want to remember. resistance is necessary.

so each day i remember a little something, wrap up this gift, before it fades away.

you-see-i miss,

the magic schoolbus (not yellow): dark. the heavy beat, us alone, all six, swanging, nodding our heads like yeah, tapping our toes tippety tip, as we go down down down down down the road, as if we're stars, where's the paparazzi, at the arc, road-crossing copycats.