Venturing home. Wandering amongst the arbor leaves of my new backyard. All at once, I felt myself rushing from cognition, balancing all that I knew and what I have yet to know. I'm a little low rising. Sometimes, when all eyes turn aside, you feel like you're a long way from home. So, I kept moving away. Now I've been gone too long. It seems that I don't have a reason to stay. I'm trying to believe, that the holidays don't make me feel undone. Everyone's face familiar, telling me that I've turned into somebody new and sad. So here's a toast to another Thanksgiving, and another blog entry to slit your wrists to.
-Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.