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I dream of collapsing bridges and crashing planes. every night. symbolic. maybe more so than the waterfalls and oranges that are blue on the inside. Maybe it's because my mind is racing through timezones and phone calls...rough landings, vacations, and moutains with snow resting at the top. Maybe my room is too hot, my house is a mess, and the only people I love are too far away from me. One thing I am sure of is that I live in three different worlds. And the only one I am happy in rest somwhere inbetween the airport filled with slot machines and a bay filled with sealions. Only there do I feel like I am home, even if I'm living out of a suitcase and making my way through every hotel on the highway. The only way to stay content is to keep moving. I don't know exactly what I want, all I know is that it's a lot. I wish his mountain wasn't 2,472 miles away from mine. I wish my cell phone worked on either one instead of in between. I wish I would have jumped.