I find the need to travel a growing necessity.
Dirty shoes, the wind hitting my face, footsteps meets rubber meets pavement.
And I realize, the only reason I enjoy going home on the weekends is enjoying the feeling of going somewhere, having somewhere to go.
Stir-crazy. Stir-insane. It's better than being stir-sane.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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