nobody's home.
so i'm home. 'home'. i think this is the most homeless i've ever felt. because my parent's house feels less and less like home every time i come back.and i'm only staying for 6 days. and james's house was home.
my parent's house is in a timewarped blackhole i swear. the furniture may be changed around but it's still the same.
i woke up in the middle of the morning tried to flip the light in the bathroom on the wrong way, reached for the toilet paper on the wrong side, tried to flush it by pulling a cord that wasn't there then just cried for a bit.
i was doing okay on the plane. (that's a lie) i was wearing sunglasses because i was hungover(lie) didn't wear makeup because what's the point when your just gonna be on a plane for 9 hrs, in the airport for 4 then on another plane for 1?(lie) i didn't listen to our music because i didn't want to waste the batteries (lie) it was nice to be alone.lie.
randomly i kinda enjoyed a poem that was in the 'enroute' magazine. (bless air canada) it's called first mountain by Paulette Dube (that's supposed to have an accent.)here's a bit that made me stop liking it.
Step 12
the length of the day
is directly proportional to the distance
between you
and the one you love.
i'll never forget the way you look with your eyes all red and swollen and your lips tasting of salt.
my parent's house is in a timewarped blackhole i swear. the furniture may be changed around but it's still the same.
i woke up in the middle of the morning tried to flip the light in the bathroom on the wrong way, reached for the toilet paper on the wrong side, tried to flush it by pulling a cord that wasn't there then just cried for a bit.
i was doing okay on the plane. (that's a lie) i was wearing sunglasses because i was hungover(lie) didn't wear makeup because what's the point when your just gonna be on a plane for 9 hrs, in the airport for 4 then on another plane for 1?(lie) i didn't listen to our music because i didn't want to waste the batteries (lie) it was nice to be alone.lie.
randomly i kinda enjoyed a poem that was in the 'enroute' magazine. (bless air canada) it's called first mountain by Paulette Dube (that's supposed to have an accent.)here's a bit that made me stop liking it.
Step 12
the length of the day
is directly proportional to the distance
between you
and the one you love.
i'll never forget the way you look with your eyes all red and swollen and your lips tasting of salt.