Monday, October 26, 2009

"And my shoes took me down a crooked path

away from all welcome mats

My worried shoes."

I want to build a home, i want a place to feel home.

I want to not be lost, i want to not feeling like the smallest creature on this enormous planet.

I want to know what to do, i want to not be a fool.

I want pies, and coffee, and sleep.

I still leave my phone on loud every night, just incase, i wouldn't want to miss anything, but i never do.

I want to fire a gun.

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