here's where i am now. there's alot to think about, to process, to see, to not see. i think a lot about homes and what it might mean to be homeless. i'm sheltered, but i'm often on the go with my bags full. there are many in the streets who don't have shelter, and whose bags aren't so full. i'm grateful for the blessings i have, and i know that i need to trust the process. always in motion. next, then this, then that, and again and again. i overhear the most interesting conversations.

these two didn't know what to make of me, they weren't comforted by my interest in them... but they didn't even know me. Maybe if they knew me. i don't remember how long i watched. it could have very well been quite some time. i was looking for a distraction. call it habitual distractionization. call it whatever you will, but it always happens when I go back home. my patience grows thin and i float through a lot of my reality. i need a little bit of that here. maybe it takes time. maybe i need to get used to my surroundings, so that i can begin to question them. i'm too busy trying to breathe, catching up, watching, reacting. it will begin to slow down, and then i can see it differently. i'd like to think that these two made it somewhere too. maybe they're the migratory sort like me.

did you ever want to go to space camp? Not me, but wings? Oh yes.

i like to think that my own moon is hiding in an attic somewhere