after many hours of mindless riding, watching the lights and hearing the sounds of the world that surrounds me, i finally arrive home. to the city that keeps me, not necessarily my actual bed that i own. how does one get so attached to a place? when do you know that its actually where you belong? what is it that i'm so in love with? or is it merely fleeing that which doesn't fit, yet again... a pattern. perhaps.
go with what fits. happy will follow.
thanks for the advice. i need it.
say good bye, say hello. so much can be done in a day.