in a few short days i'll be leaving the home i've known for nine years. when we left 109, i was too young to really appreciate the things a home has to offer. the stability, the memories; the spirit it seems to form of its very own. as i stood out on the deck tonight i whispered my secret goodbye.
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i was forced to smile )
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for now, i've got my say wetsuit and tank of air. i've no doubt i'll be out again.
and back. which is the irony of it; that i will undoubtedly return to my self-stated black hole. i can see myself well-settled (having reclaimed my old house) and happy with all there is and isn't - but only after going off vagrant, prodigal-style, before-hand.
but where, may i ask, are you off to?
and _pity the fool_ who ever begins to think the world small :) - such is no more than hubris self-stricken by its own ignorance of the unbridled potential in every situation ( ... )
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haha u certainly were. i don't think i could pull off sneaking a boy into my house. maybe i could, but i'd be too paranoid as it is i wouldn't be able to.
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BTW, where are you moving too? You never said where, or why :)
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