Territorial pissings is more then just a term
Standing at the front desk of the hotel in Austria, I have to race to type what little I can. Most would hardly bother, but a few moments here is a nice break. Interesting, how simply writing english is enough to quell homesickness. It has abated in the whole but Iäm simply restless to get home. Three more days. I am very excited but hesistent none the less. A lot of things will come to pass upon my return in a short amount of time that Im not confident if jetlag will even have passed. I emailed Jude, finally, and wait for his reply. I hope my verterns board letter came in so I can recharge my bank account, its getting pathetic. On top of that, three days to get school in order and other personal affects. Count down from soul separation, wait for your luggage at the red line, and thank you for your patience. I have an intense crik in the neck and a soreness in my back. Time to scurry away, I have been writing pieces - to my joy. A few poetic lines even found their ways to me.
If you can't...then you were never
If you can't...then you were never