Last night I dreamt I was driving millions and millions of miles, everywhere and nowhere. No home to come home to. I learned a million names and faces I’d never remember. I remember the heat and cold, the night and fog, all blending into one long heartbreaking day that lasted 7 years.
And when I woke up I looked around, surveyed my surroundings, (taking note of this and that and everything that belonged to me), and whispered to myself this is home.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
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2 comments:
baby, you need a vacation in san francisco..
what kind of booze does jonathon christmas prefer?
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