April 22, 2014
Hello World. On a cold and lonesome evening, on a train out of nowhere. I met up with the gambler and asked him how he felt. He said he never knew there were oh so many stars, or that the earth was spinning oh so fast. He never knew how dark the night could be, or how bright the day. He never wanted to forget again, so he wrote it all down and put it in a song. Even after that long and lonesome night, I can still hear the gambler's song floating through the sleeping trees. Can you hear?