April 6th, 2006
As good as the memories we make
And I'm taking back what belongs to me
These relics of remembrence
Are just like shipwrecks
Only they're gone faster
Than the smell after it rains
So long astoria
I found a map to buried treasure
And even if we come home empty handed
Well still have our stories
Of battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts,
Broken bones, and all the best of friendships
And when this hourglass
Has filtered out
Its final grain of sand
I raise my glass to the memories we had
This is my wish"
Lets resurrect this community. I'm not about to let the ideals of Bardic Cirle die. I've got too many stories left in me. Too many songs to sing, and too many games to play to let it be over. Who's with me!?
Stand up, raise your hands high and scream out at the top of your lungs "LET US PLAY"
Current Mood: creative
Current Music: Black Tape for a Blue Girl - All my Lovers
LET US PLAY! I love you guys so much.
I can't wait to come home!!! Next Bardic Circle for me will be at my mothers house in New York, where there will be an actual fire! Outside! And a field (of sorts) for us to play in!
I love you!!! I want to hear stories, and read stories, and poems, and improv, and snacks, and friends....
So Much Love. SUCH good times.
SUCH good times. Such good memories to follow. Never stop playing. Tophat! Gettisburg!