Come In, You've Been Here Before

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I can hear the rainfall from my bed; though it's just beginning we may never see the end.

Sometimes, you have a thought.

And it could be a simple thought, or an extravagant one.

Or a simple thought that somehow turned out to be far more extravagant than you realized.

But it starts with a thought.

It's landing on the leaves and on cement. Just as quickly as it came, it went.

So, I just had a thought about what I'd like to do if money were no issue at all.

I'd like to hop on a plane, and make stops all over the country.

And then all over the world.

By the end of it, I'd have been in over fifteen countries, and surely over fifty cities.

Island rain it passes by and by. It's equally as fleeting as my ever-changing mind.

In each place, I'd wander the streets that somebody calls home.

I would listen to the sounds, hear the language, and smell the food.

I would skip up the front steps, and knock on the door, or ring the bell, or buzz into the apartment.

And I would find somebody I know and love and miss and want to be with for always, and I would bring them to my plane and we would fly away to the next place.

But steady are the mountains overhead. I've been wishing I was more like them.

And over fifteen countries later, and with more than fifty cities behind us, I would have collected all of the people I know and love and miss and want to be with for always.

They would all be together – in one place.

Meeting, talking, learning about one another and seeing what they all have in common – all of the reasons that I love them so.

The air would fill with languages, and finally, laughter and love. Community.

'Cause ohh it's a beautiful world, and yes I know I have a beautiful girl.

At that point, the thought was to begin again, together, whole.

To start our own country, somewhere new and untouched.

To spend our days learning languages, songs, customs, and recipes.

To spend our days together. Just together.

So let the rain forever battle with the sun. We are here, we've already won.

But sometimes, a simple thought becomes extravagant.

And I realized, perhaps all of the people that I love would be happy to be together for just a bit, but surely they love other people, too.

And how could I take them away from all of the people that they each love, forever?

So, of course, the thought grew to include them, to bring everybody we all love to one place.

Be my friend, O, Calamity. Tell me what it is you aim to do unto me.

And from this point it grew further – all of the people that I love must love more people, and those people must love others, and the others must love even more!

So where could we possibly all fit into one place?

And perhaps, with that, I realized that this country I want to create, new and untouched and saved just for my ideal world, well – it's already here.

Perhaps not ideal, but there's no place we'd all fit except in this whole big world.

Give me peace of mind and give me hope, that you will spare the ones I love the most.

So here we are.

And I still miss you.

Song: Island Rain by Joey Ryan

Hasta luego!
Alex