this is what we've waited for. This is it boys, this is war.
and with every tear shed a new life has begun. and every day gone another war has been won. and what was it that we were looking for in the first place? was it a love, a loss, a friend or a place to be? inside every soul you will see just a need...i feel the need....i feel the need, the need for SPEEEEEED!!!!!! he-yeah-ah!!!
a week out of michigan. a week on the road in new orleans, at the hostel in the forest, in the presence of friends dearer than one may have thought, and loathe to be back in the frozen hell called home. or "home" cause home is where the heart is and it lies in three places. but if we hate coming back here so much...why do we keep doing it? no one wants to answer that question honestly and neither will i. but instead plot carefully the next trip the next stay...oh why i had to go i don't know, i wouldn't say...but then why? after tonight and being oddly detatched, from former, and still friends...odd...i had thought that we were close enough for you to be able to tell me your beef, but i guess not and while she acts like nothing is wrong, i know you well enough, to tell. but time will also tell, perhaps it was just an off night. i miss those big embraces, the hugs that say "you're my brother" what the hell. well. on our next encounter we will see.
have courage, mon frère. all will be well.
in other news. i must find skipping stones, and lawn gnomes. if anyone can help me with this search i'll...well... umm...love you. a lot. these are necessary things which must be exported imediately to needy areas. believe it or not, places actually need skipping stones and gnomes.
and i think i'm going to think about growing out the hair and putting it in little buisness dreds.
hahah!!!
yeah.
maybe when i find the zen place inside myself that has the patience for longer hair...
To Do List:
1. Find skipping stones
2. Find Gnomes
3. Find Zen spot.
4. Repeat.
5. ....
Switch
a week out of michigan. a week on the road in new orleans, at the hostel in the forest, in the presence of friends dearer than one may have thought, and loathe to be back in the frozen hell called home. or "home" cause home is where the heart is and it lies in three places. but if we hate coming back here so much...why do we keep doing it? no one wants to answer that question honestly and neither will i. but instead plot carefully the next trip the next stay...oh why i had to go i don't know, i wouldn't say...but then why? after tonight and being oddly detatched, from former, and still friends...odd...i had thought that we were close enough for you to be able to tell me your beef, but i guess not and while she acts like nothing is wrong, i know you well enough, to tell. but time will also tell, perhaps it was just an off night. i miss those big embraces, the hugs that say "you're my brother" what the hell. well. on our next encounter we will see.
have courage, mon frère. all will be well.
in other news. i must find skipping stones, and lawn gnomes. if anyone can help me with this search i'll...well... umm...love you. a lot. these are necessary things which must be exported imediately to needy areas. believe it or not, places actually need skipping stones and gnomes.
and i think i'm going to think about growing out the hair and putting it in little buisness dreds.
hahah!!!
yeah.
maybe when i find the zen place inside myself that has the patience for longer hair...
To Do List:
1. Find skipping stones
2. Find Gnomes
3. Find Zen spot.
4. Repeat.
5. ....
Switch