“Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again.”
Kurt Vonnegut 11th of October 2005
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
i have slept through the storm of my early twenties limbo, whose game for a night of remembrance?
I am aching for a night of fun. Halloween can’t come fast enough.
Friday, October 8, 2010
I have the ability to smell the decaying leaves outside my window, as well as the now deconstructed cornfields of my childhood. But what I choose to do is neither of these, what I willingly and wholeheartedly do is stare out my window wishing for the scent of you.