Last night was a long talk that hurt me.
Last night was a 30 mile bike ride that helped me keep my sanity.
Today i finished a book.
Today i started a painting.
Tonight is work.
Tomorrow is something new.

Each day i'm reminded of my mistakes, each day i'm reminded of what it takes.

I want to leave.
I want to leave.
I want to leave.

I want to live.

I can't wait to travel.
16 days riding bikes is going to be amazing.

Trickled down,
To the valley below,
Heart of snow.
Let go let go.
But your sad wings,
Won't fly you home,
No more.

I miss 2004 things were alot easier back then.

yep i'm 22.

i guess i do it to myself.

Can the stress just stop for a minute.

What.
The.
Fuck.
Is really going on.

I want to go home.