13 Aug

Up in the clouds, I don’t think words could do this feeling justice. I think I can breath better up here though. I just don’t want to go back home. What is home anyway? Mine’s on the road. Mine’s in a book. Mine’s in the sun. Yea, thats it. I am home. I don’t want to go back to an apartment.
– hollyanne

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