I think this is the second time Iā€˜ve talked about this on this app but in 2016, i was almost at the site of the Brussels airport bombing. It killed 35 people and the only reason I wasnā€™t there was that I saw a beautiful old woman drinking her bright red orange juice outside in the early fog of Ghent and I missed my train by 30 seconds because I stopped to see the color. When I survived, I knew I had to come back to the US and transition. For weeks afterwards, transportation in the region was a mess. I first heard this song during that time and itā€™s haunted me since: ā€œMaybe tomorrow honey / some place down the line, Iā€™ll wake up older / so much older, mama / Iā€™ll wake up older and Iā€™ll just stop all my trying.ā€
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But especially Tangled Up in Blue - ā€œBut all the while I was alone The past was close behind I seen a lot of women But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew Tangled up in blueā€
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