ohhh.

[handsgetwarm]

twelve hours and one minute. i'll be on my way back to iowa. it feels so good to drive to this place to call home. i'll be sleeping on futons and oversugared, but i'll be better for it. cause i'm going to know the ground beneath me. every step will be a repetition of an action performed before. and ohhh. to steal other's words. i'll know your face in the crowd. my eyes are going to be wide open.

i'm not trying to give you answers. i'm so busy asking questions.
dance.dance.dance.