another

©Micheal Cordiez

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.