These Blue Eyes...

Erin is a fun roommate.
I am thankful for that.

I think if I were Charlie Pantalones I would have dreams of being a lion when I grew up.

No-No, I know that maybe it's not practical; roar and all.
home is where the heart is-

Fear

Hello USA.

A poem of question, that offers nothing.
Where nothing is the answer, and we all want everything.
Cluttered.
but maybe living off immediate gratification speaks truths louder than anything.


I miss a friend. He is lost somewhere in Omaha. Somewhere in the middle'of America.
I am overly emotional about it.

And I know the answers, but I wait- and for what?

Trying Helmets and Timing. Timing has been challenging.

among others...

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Somewhere in my memory...

Home Alone gave me this: