Sunday, June 01, 2008

text message buzz in my pocket. am i coming down and is such descent desirable?

just sputtering in the shallows. got nowhere to go therefore cannot be lost. marry me john. is this my last time calling home home? or will my vagabundia leave me here time after and again?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

not to speak for all parents, but certainly to speak for your other parent, and grandparents, too: Wherever YOU are is home for me, for us, for all of them. When you stay here, it is homeyRRR. When we waltz into your space, it feels like another home. only with more gnawed applecores. slightly edgier music. but you make it home.
love from your favorite mother