Me and Vinyl, Hand in Hand

There is a particular song that I haven't been able to shake since I first heard it months ago. It is one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard and it holds deep meaning with me right now. I want to leave an abbreviated version of the lyrics here, and dedicate them to a best friend who I will continue to share the worst and best of times with, and a best friend lost under circumstances far out of my reach. Please take a listen if you have yet to hear it.
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The Wolves (Act I and II) -- Bon Iver
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Someday my pain
Someday my pain will mark you
Harness your blame
Harness your blame, walk through
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With the wild wolves around you
In the morning, I'll call you
Send it farther on
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Solace my game
Solace my game, it stars you
Swing wide your crane
Swing wide your crane and run me through
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And the story's all over you
In the morning, I'll call you
Can't you find a clue
When your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue
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What might have been lost
Don't bother me
What might have been lost
Don't bother me.

"Untitled First Blog Post"

My bedroom has a balcony, on the highest floor of the house that I live in. It seemed ideal when I was a smoker to choose this room, the convinience and privacy to enjoy a ciggarette right ouside, and at night a half-decent view of the lights downtown. When I quit smoking the balcony proved to serve less of a purpose, but today it's perfect. I sit in my room with the balcony door swung open to let in a fall breeze that brings with it something refreshing. My curtains are blowing and I wouldn't mind a bit if a storm of orange and red and yellow fall leaves came blustering through. There is something about the autumn season that takes me away. I couldn't have been taken away at a better time. I was taken guard for being taken for granted, which left me taken aback. But I am taken by a boy, who takes my breath away, and would never leave me taken down.