ciao

The house I live in.

Packin' My Bags

It is time to hit the road. Take to the skies. Fly high above and watch the clouds drift behind.
A new place with a familiar face seems more than alright to me. Now if I can just manage to not forget anything...

So long America, land of the free and home of the brave. I was just too bored in your borders to stay forever. A large tank will grow a big fish. And a big fish is who I intend to be.

Hello Again

Hi 2011.

You feel old already. It's only your first day, but you vaguely remind me of 2009. It could be the regrets eating at my mind, the slight depression I feel, or just the cold weather nipping at my nose. A walk in the cold today has made me feel alive, but I feel disconnected.

Solidarity seems appropriate today. Cut off from the outside world.

You don't quite understand me and have no desire to. That is something I am unfamiliar with. Is it me? Have I lost that edge of my personality? Am I really getting so old that I am boring? Is it that I have diversified too much to the point where I am so spread out I lack passion?

Lightning in a bottle. I must find some.